After handling all the miscellaneous matters, Yang Zhengshan began a leisurely life of cultivation.
Replenishing his lifespan, comprehending Dao Intent, cultivating all kinds of cultivation methods and spells, studying the Pill Recipe for the Nine Tripod Divine Pill, and so on.
He did not enter seclusion. He merely drew up a cultivation schedule for himself and cultivated at an unhurried pace.
And just as Yang Zhengshan was living his idle and comfortable days, the outside world had been turned upside down.
One trading fair, and who knew how many Golden Core cultivators had been lost there; in any case, it left quite a few Golden Core Powers wound tight with nerves.
The first few months were still fairly peaceful, but once it was confirmed that their own Golden Core cultivators had vanished completely, some Golden Core Powers grew irritable and violent.
It was said that among the Demon Race in the Wanhua Mountain Range alone, four Demon Kings had gone missing, and no one knew whether they were merely hiding somewhere to recuperate or had already been slaughtered.
However, the most irritable ones were not these Demon Race forces, because these Demon Race forces had no way to become truly irritable. Most of their entire clans revolved around a Demon King; with the Demon King missing, a crowd of second-rank Demonic Beasts alone simply could not do anything.
The only forces that truly flew into a rage were two: one was the Deep Sea Profound Palace, and the other was Tianji Pavilion.
The Deep Sea Profound Palace was naturally because Shui Ji had gone missing. Because of this, the Deep Sea Profound Palace's other Demon King, Shui Ling, even went to the council of True Sun Immortal City and asked everyone to help search for traces of Shui Ji, or