Three Realms Manifestation, Seven Days Underground (6)

Black storms covered the ruins of Wu Tuo City once more, blotting out that stretch of white earth. Before long, every trace that Wu Tuo City had ever existed would likely be wiped away by the wind and sand.

Within the sandstorm, a jade box spun as it flew, rising and falling, clinking against grit and stones. Yet no matter how violently it was struck, it showed not the slightest damage.

Around the jade box, the demonic spirit's thoughts drifted. Overall, they were divided into three streams. The first searched the surroundings for a possible host; the second connected to the demonic thoughts left within the Cloud Tower Tree space thousands of miles away; the third pointed toward the high skies.

The tribulation had already been cleansed away, but the gathered heavenly demons showed no sign of dispersing. The transcendent power released by the demon seed of the demonic tree was a supreme tonic for heavenly demons and cultivators who had reached a certain level. Until it was completely absorbed, no one would leave.

It held some allure even for the demonic spirit—it possessed no greed, yet simple calculation told it that if it could claim a share, it would very likely no longer need a host. It could swiftly condense a true spirit and stand independently between Heaven and Earth, which would be of great use in its future actions.

Unfortunately, it could do nothing at present. Still, it detected several people hurrying over from afar. Most had happened to be nearby and were drawn in by the earth-shaking spectacle, but some had been lying in wait in the vicinity all along, including informants from the various powers of the Northern Wasteland.

And... certain even more formidable figures.

The demonic spirit vaguely sensed that someone with impressive cultivation had