It had to be said that Lu Qilang's appearance this time had made Jiang Wang, already treading on thin ice, feel as though his life hung over the edge of a blade.
The black lotus patterns on that bald monk's head gave him an entirely new understanding of the Demon Race and the Buddhist Sect of the Demon Realm. He felt more and more that Cloud-Brushing City, with a Heavenly Demon bloodline stationed within it, might be far more complicated than he had imagined.
He became ever more certain... that the winds and clouds of many sides had already converged in silence before he ever noticed.
Had the will of heaven in the Demon Realm quietly stirred the Long River of fate?
Had the dead end of the self already lain before him, while he still failed to see it?
From the powerful Demon King Lu Qilang, to the Black Lotus monk, and even the colossal force behind that monk, like a dark reef lurking in the deep sea...
Something had to be happening in this city, and he still knew nothing of it!
If he had been a Prodigy born into this realm, he would never have been so slow to react!
But he was an outsider. This world's rejection was everywhere; all that he heard, saw, and felt was far too limited.
To find a way out, to seek that sliver of life, he still had to rely on the power of the Demon Race in this realm.
But having come this far, the road had already forked.
The Faceless Cult controlled by Yuan Laoxi had hit a bottleneck. That bottleneck lay in the inevitable trials a sect would encounter as it developed. Once a small sect reached a certain scale, it inevitably had to face the powers