The Secret of the Demon Race
Of course, though the benefits of this matter were astonishing, success would still require careful planning. Most crucial of all was Bi Fan's attitude. If he refused the inheritance, then everything would be as insubstantial as flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon's reflection in water.
So even the giant sword had grown somewhat uneasy.
Faced with such a staggering temptation, Bi Fan did not agree at once. Instead, he carefully weighed the pros and cons.
Clearly, if he agreed, the benefits went without saying. But the risks involved were enormous as well.
Still, from the day a cultivator set foot on the path of cultivation, hadn't every step been filled with countless dangers?
After weighing it all, Bi Fan replied solemnly, "The World-Devouring Technique of Chaos, is it? I'll learn it."
"Hahaha! I knew I hadn't misjudged you. Excellent. I'll pass the technique on to you now."
Hearing Bi Fan's decisive answer, the giant sword was overjoyed. It immediately passed on the World-Devouring Technique of Chaos, created by the Sky-Swallowing Great Sage.
As Bi Fan was still immersed in the shock brought on by the World-Devouring Technique of Chaos, danger was quietly closing in without his knowledge.
Only after he had gained some understanding of the technique and emerged from his Sea of Consciousness did Bi Fan realize that the surroundings had changed.
As it turned out, while Bi Fan had been cultivating, the Demon Race had entered the great hall. To protect him, the giant sword had pulled him into its former hiding place.
At that moment, Bi Fan was as though he were at the bottom of an abyss. Above him lurked several furtive-looking members of the Demon Race, along with human cultivators who were clearly under their control.
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