After trapping Ye Qianxun with the Nine-Palace Heavenly Nether Mysterious Ghost Formation, Lu Xiaotian had decent luck, journeying along without encountering too much danger. In the Endless Demon Sea, he no longer deliberately went out of his way to kill lower-tier demon beasts. When he occasionally ran into Void Integration stage demon beasts, he would strike to harvest their Primordial Spirits.
Even without any enmity, the Demon Race basically wanted to pick on any lone Human cultivator they saw. Lu Xiaotian eliminating the other party in return naturally carried no psychological burden for him. The entire world of immortal cultivation was distributed in a pyramid shape; the law of the jungle meant the lower layers of the pyramid were naturally the targets of plunder.
Having crossed the Susang Demon Sea and standing upon the rugged rocks, looking back at the undulating waves and distant azure tides, deep emotion stirred within Lu Xiaotian's heart. Ever since he was forced by Ye Qianxun to flee into the Endless Demon Sea, after a lapse of more than one thousand and two hundred years, he had finally returned to the Chaotic Demon Sea.
Standing on the soil of the Chaotic Demon Sea once more, Lu Xiaotian felt a peace in his heart like never before. At this point, even the Ice Feather Luan-Phoenix could no longer do anything to him.
Upon reaching the Chaotic Demon Sea, Lu Xiaotian did not head straight for the Red Moon Desert. Instead, he faced the boundless demon sea directly and sat cross-legged right where he was. His heart was steady as never before, and even the heaven and earth before his eyes seemed to come alive. In the past, he had hurried on his way, and everything passing before his eyes had merely been a passerby.
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