The danger of the Demon Race had never lain in the "pawns," but in the "source."
As long as their leaders remained, breeding lesser demons was merely a matter of thought.
Not to mention that the Soul Demon God was secretly aiding them from behind the scenes.
In recent years, the West had grown increasingly chaotic.
So chaotic that even the flow of Luck had begun to show subtle disturbances.
The Demon Sect's complete eruption and formal return were likely only a matter of time.
A demon calamity could never be completely uprooted unless its "head" was drawn out.
Bei Ming said steadily, "Let them make trouble in the West.
No development could do without conflict.
Even on the Northern Continent, there were no shortage of wars between the various clans.
In an age of great contention, the strong grew stronger while the weak perished. This was also the law of survival for all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness."
At this point, Bei Ming looked toward Ling Yan.
"As for the chaos in the West, I imagine you have also deduced the hidden dangers within it."
"Correct." Ling Yan nodded slightly.
"It is only that this disciple's cultivation is too shallow to glimpse its true meaning."
"No." Bei Ming shook his head. "It has nothing to do with your cultivation. This situation stems from a flaw in the Heavenly Dao.
Heavenly Deduction Forty-nine, with one that escapes. Back then, Luo Hou grasped one of those that escaped. Now that he has returned, he will bring immense changes.
The demons fell in the West, and they will rise again in the West. Once he grasps that chance of life, he will push forward the greater tide."
Ling Yan's expression tightened slightly as she asked, "Master, can it not be stopped?"