Ximen Jie nodded in satisfaction. "First, focus on healing your injuries in seclusion and spend some time recuperating. After that, you can cultivate your divine abilities. Our Ximen Family isn't the Gongsun Family. If the Devil Race dares to invade our territory, we'll make sure they never leave alive."
Ximen Laijun nodded. Something occurred to him, and he asked, "By the way, Ancestor, have there been any recent developments regarding the Devil Race?"
The Devil Race was a thorn in the side of the Five Great Immortal Clans. Until it was eliminated, the Cultivation World would never know peace.
A look of disappointment crossed Ximen Jie's face. "No. The Devil Race is probably hiding among our people, or else some faction is sheltering them. I suspect the Demonic Dao is deeply involved. After all, many of their cultivation techniques were adapted from the Devil Race's methods."
"The Demonic Dao really is a nuisance. During the last Righteous-Demonic War, someone was backing them. That was how the Blood Ancestor managed to escape with his life," Ximen Laijun said with some displeasure.
"That's not something you need to worry about. Your task now is to consolidate your cultivation," Ximen Jie said sternly.
Ximen Laijun repeatedly agreed and promised to do so.
On an unknown Cultivation Star, a vast Black Mountain Range stretched for tens of millions of miles. Vegetation was sparse, and there were hardly any beasts to be seen, let alone demonic beasts. The spiritual energy was thin. It was clearly a remote, uninhabited place.
Deep in the mountains lay a concealed underground cavern.
The cavern walls were pitted and uneven, covered in countless profound black runes. They twisted and warped as though they were living things.
In the cavern's northwest corner was a black pool about an acre in