Wang Ping found himself drawn into Yuxiao's question.
Just as he was about to think it over seriously, Yuxiao stressed, "Don't think about it. There's no answer to this question. Not only is it a waste of time, it will also shake your Dao heart. Perhaps once your cultivation is high enough, the answer will unravel itself."
Wang Ping instantly snapped awake, yet his heart remained utterly calm. He could sometimes get hung up on formalities, but he would not drill into a dead end. His ability to regulate himself and adapt was fairly good.
Perhaps Yulian had become thoroughly engrossed in the story. When she saw Yuxiao stop, she asked, "What happened afterward? After the war with the Demon Race, there was also the civil war between the Mystic Sect and the Heaven Sect, right? What exactly happened in that civil war that nearly wrecked this planet?"
Yuxiao's gaze fell upon Yulian. She had crawled out of Wang Ping's sleeve again and lay sprawled across his shoulder, her pair of golden Vertical Pupils filled with curious inquiry.
"Not long after Yaoxi left, I quickly sensed this world's malice..."
Yuxiao did not elaborate on the "malice" he spoke of. Instead, he changed the subject. "More than ten years later, I completely cast off my identity as one of the Demon Race and began studying the eye Yaoxi had left me. Unfortunately, I could not fuse with it. Every time I activated it, it took tremendous effort."
"I realized that I needed to command more power in order to fully activate it. So I began building up my own Daoist ground and maneuvering among the Mystic Sect's various factions. In less than a Hundred Years, I had gained a firm foothold in the cultivation world."
"Although the Demon Race had been