The faint tremor vanished in an instant. Afterward, Lu Xiaotian kept a close watch, but he could no longer sense even the slightest ripple.
Yet during that faint tremor, Lu Xiaotian had noticed something strange.
The low-rank demons living on this land seemed to move about at random, crossing the barriers of mountains, rivers, and streams. Their movements appeared to form several strange patterns of runes.
All these years, Lu Xiaotian's divine sense had blanketed the entire space, keeping everything within it under his surveillance. He had not missed a single moment.
Nine thousand years was not all that long for ordinary Golden Immortals, or even for experts at the Celestial Immortal level to cultivate.
But cultivation was one thing; keeping a place that seemed utterly unremarkable under unbroken surveillance was another. Even for a Daluo Golden Immortal, it was an agonizing task—perhaps even an impossible one.
The Primordial Spirits of Daluo Golden Immortals were nowhere near powerful enough for that. Even an expert who had cultivated a Primordial Spirit body might have the ability, but keeping watch without missing a moment for nearly ten thousand years was not something they would necessarily have the leisure to do.
And yet Lu Xiaotian had managed it. He had never considered himself especially powerful.
Even after several thousand more years had passed, the human race, the Dragon race, and some of the other Demon Race forces within the Green Fruit Barrier had all made tremendous strides.
His forces were now stronger than ever, their ranks bristling with well-trained troops. All these forces had submitted to Lu Xiaotian's command.
Even so, Lu Xiaotian still felt a deep sense of caution. If the Heavenly Court, the Demon Realm, or the Demon Realm's other experts targeted them, the prosperity of this tiny corner of the