After Luo Ping'er had pestered him for several days, she seemed intent on making up for all the years they'd been apart, and was especially clingy.
However, the Sea of Demons of Mosang, where the Moyan Institute was located, was technically already outside the Chaotic Demon Realm. If danger arose, Lu Xiaotian couldn't fully guarantee Luo Ping'er's safety, so he left her in the Scarlet Moon Desert.
Now Lu Xiaotian had far fewer things to worry about than before, especially in the Chaotic Demon Realm. But having fewer concerns didn't mean there were no threats. On his way back to the Moyan Institute, he remained extremely cautious.
Now and then, he encountered forces from the Scarlet Moon Desert expanding outward, clashing with a few low-ranking members of the Devil Race. Lu Xiaotian never intervened. Even a force as powerful as the Scarlet Moon Desert would inevitably suffer many bloody losses as it expanded. Since Pig Seven and the others had chosen this path, they would have to bear some things themselves.
Lu Xiaotian cultivated as he made his way toward the Moyan Institute in the Sea of Demons of Mosang. When he was nearing the institute, he witnessed an extremely bizarre sight: in the distance, demonic clouds roiled and surged, while countless demonic birds blotted out the sky, completely covering the stretch of sea where the Moyan Institute stood.
The gathered Devil Race were so numerous that his divine sense couldn't detect their boundaries. Lu Xiaotian's expression darkened. How could it be such a coincidence that the Devil Race had appeared in the Sea of Demons of Mosang? Was it chance, or was there something more to it?
His divine sense picked up several powerful auras faintly emanating from the distant demonic clouds. Among them were quite a few Integrated