Demon Market and the Ten Thousand Demons Tower [Monthly Votes Wanted]

On the cloud platform, Lin Chang'an set down his teacup and slowly opened the jade box, revealing the Jade Slips inside.

Three Buddhist scriptures and two Daoist scriptures—he had compiled these five texts over the years from his Lower Realm collection and what he had gained through discussions with Wild Crane Wanderer, Evil Blade Patriarch, and Old Devil Hehuan.

Only after Peacock Princess had examined them at length did Lin Chang'an state what he wanted.

Peacock Princess gently set down the Jade Slips. She sat with effortless grace, a serene, almost sacred smile on her face.

"No wonder many of those Buddhist and Daoist ideas followed paths unfamiliar to North Cold Continent. At first, I thought you came from another continent, or that your ancestors had.

"So you're a fellow Daoist who ascended from the Lower Realm."

The Buddhist and Daoist scriptures Lin Chang'an had brought were varied and rather disordered.

Some came from the Vajra Temple. That, she could understand. Ice God Palace had been at war with the Vajra Temple for years; once Lin Chang'an took the field as a Guest Elder, how could he not investigate its techniques?

But many others belonged to orthodox traditions that followed no school of North Cold Continent. Still others wove in methods of the Demonic Path.

Some even looked like crooked nonsense at first glance, yet rewarded closer thought with a measure of depth.

"Princess, you could say my Lower Realm was rather unlucky."

In answer to her question, Lin Chang'an sighed and explained, one by one, the calamities that had befallen his Lower Realm.

"The Path of Ascension had been severed for more than ten thousand years. Ten thousand years ago, the great powers descended into the Lower Realm—"

At this, understanding dawned on Peacock Princess. No wonder his collection