Jiang Wang had long since mastered the Demon Race language. He could now communicate with all manner of minor demons without much difficulty, which greatly helped him learn the canine script.
The so-called "correct road home" was naturally not some gateway like the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, nor some hidden passage between the two realms... The two races had fought bloody wars for so many years; it was simply impossible for such an undiscovered passage between realms to exist.
What he needed to seek in the history of the Buddhist Sect in the Demon Realm was likely a method of deceiving the will of heaven in the Demon Realm, perhaps even resisting it.
But if the World-Honored One's method had been to spread his teachings throughout the Demon Realm, then there was nothing Jiang Wang could emulate.
Though he had the Peaceful Way, the Faceless Cult, and ancient gods, making it seem as though spreading teachings was a very simple matter, at its root, everything he had cobbled together was merely a patchwork of borrowed scraps.
It was nowhere near enough to qualify as spreading a doctrine, much less founding a school or sect, let alone attaining the Buddhist Sect's level of influence.
Even taking a step back, if that path were viable, it would not be the work of three or five years. Could he remain in the Demon Realm for that long?
He was racking his brains for a way out.
Knock, knock, knock.
A sudden knocking sounded from a room downstairs.
"Who is it?"
The question in Jiang Wang's heart arose almost in unison with the voice of the tenant downstairs.
He had hidden himself within the Red Makeup Mirror and stayed at this inn for several days. Though he had not stepped outside, he had