Meanwhile, in a pocket of space on the other side of the Devil Wasteland.
"Besides the aura of blood crystals, there's divine iron, a Devil Tome... Heh, they've prepared quite a generous gift this time."
A frail old man, little more than skin and bones, gazed toward the Devil Wasteland and spoke in a hollow voice.
Beside him, Jiang Xue said coolly:
"Sorry for the trouble. Go over there and agree to their terms. Play the spy."
"I'm curious what these people are really up to."
Blood Ancestor snapped:
"Are you ordering me around?!"
Jiang Xue said:
"I have no interest in ordering you around."
"You might want to remember that you're working for that peerless, invincible one."
"Whether you do it or not is entirely up to you."
Blood Ancestor fell silent for a moment. He thought of the one who raised phoenixes as chickens and fed true dragons to fish; of the village where even a blade of grass surpassed taboos and a cabbage worm could devour mighty experts...
He gritted his teeth and said:
"Fine! I'll take another gamble!"
He, too, headed for the Devil Wasteland.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the starry sky.
Two grown men and a little girl came walking along.
One of the men, a middle-aged fellow dressed in black, had a refined air about him. He looked just like a schoolteacher.
Beside him was a tall, bald man covered in demonic markings.
The bald man carried the little girl on his back, his manner respectful and meek.
"The Ultimate Devil Tome... Tsk, it really does have an aura beyond the pale... Powerful devil cultivators have appeared over by the Gray Mist Sea."
The Devil Race's Wu Ye spoke. "Tell me, should I kill those three little shrimps first, or focus on reading and