Only three days remained until Yangyang's birthday.
Yang Xiaomao still had no awareness of preparing in advance, and continued baring her belly to sun herself in all sorts of places.
She had learned to enjoy life now, too.
Ever since she had successfully conquered Heavenly Sword Peak's primeval forest territory during the practice phase, she had basically become a hands-off boss, remotely directing her endless generations of Immortal Sect disciples and descendants as they continually opened up new lands in Supreme Heaven.
Demonic cultivators had no other particular talents.
Only when it came to expanding a sect's scale did they possess advantages that some orthodox cultivators lacked.
Cultivation too difficult? Lifespan running out? No hope ahead?
Come, join the "great" Demonic Sect. Your official entry reward would be a level-up right away.
Of course, it wasn't unconditional.
There might be a tiny little side effect.
The price was that they would add something, just a little something, into your dantian.
Would you choose a spectacular fall, or wear a demonic cultivator's brain and live on in miserable humiliation?
Most people would surely choose to die in meditation with a blaze of glory.
Expanding the Immortal Sect's scale was not difficult.
Ever since the Immortal Lord's second life had appeared, he had been secretly recruiting forces in Supreme Heaven, more or less filling the gaps among low- and mid-level cultivators. Only their high-level combat strength was still somewhat lacking.
The Immortal Sect had once been the foremost Demonic Sect, on the same level as Myriad Dao Sect and Wuya Sect, so it still had some old monsters who had yet to emerge into the world.
It was simply that Yangyang could not awaken those people for the time being.
For now, they could only be used as a trump card.
Even