Everyone believed this was one of the Demon-Slaying Battlefields, but that did not necessarily mean they believed what these people said.
The Devil Race reviving? What a joke. Back then, countless races had paid an enormous price to wipe out the Devil Race. Quite a few had even vanished from the stage of history entirely because of that war, never to appear again.
How could the Devil Race still have any chance or possibility of reviving?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
These old fellows had to be lying. They just wanted everyone to leave.
"Fools!"
"All the resources here have been tainted by Demonic Qi. Surely you don't think we cultivated using the resources here?"
"Have you ever considered the consequences of cultivating with resources containing Demonic Qi?"
"Are you that eager to succumb to corruption and become members of the Devil Race?"
"I've seen fools before, but never anyone as foolish as you. Is your head filled with nothing but profit and resources?"
The old gentleman's rebuke left the man who had spoken earlier red-faced. It was indeed a very simple principle: resources nurtured in an environment like this could hardly be free of Demonic Qi.
Take the Demon Flower, for instance. From the start, everyone had felt that the energy within it was somewhat strange, yet none of them could put a finger on what it was.
Only after arriving at the Demon Abyss did they realize that the unfamiliar energy it contained was Demonic Qi.
"You're right to reprimand us, sir. We didn't think it through."
"But... what happened to the Devil Race is, after all, a universally accepted fact. Since you've been living here all this time, it's hard for us not to be wary."
"How long have you lived here? Why haven't you been affected by the