Jiang Ding chose a new host to hide in.
The Tiger Race Demon Cultivator named Black Fur did not seem content to lie low. He no longer met Jiang Ding's standards for concealment, and Jiang Ding had even less interest in playing some mysterious old mentor who guided his growth.
His experiences were indeed sympathetic.
But throughout this starfield, under the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, what race did not suffer the same way? Jiang Ding could not even look after all the humans, much less spare the strength for one Demon Race cultivator.
Jiang Ding turned his gaze toward the many minor worlds scattered across the Flame Stone Starfield.
In various places, especially the Demonstone Minor World, Flowercloud Minor Realm, and other territories controlled by the Flameflow Imperial Heir, nearly twenty years without a force to keep them in check had unleashed immense racial tensions built up over countless years. They were sweeping across the land like mountain floods.
Humans, the Tiger Race, the Fox Race, the Skullblood Vine Demon Clan, the Ox-Stone Race... great numbers of enslaved races rose in revolt, killing cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan and lackeys from enslaved races such as the Rock Demon Clan. More often, though, the enslaved races attacked one another and plundered rare treasures.
Every enslaved race grew wild across the land that had lost its order.
The nine Dao Children had naturally lent them a hand.
Jiang Ding focused on Black Tiger.
Several months earlier, Black Tiger's soul had undergone a subtle change. His emotions had become more sensitive and more vivid.
Nothing had appeared out of nowhere. Certain thoughts already in his heart had simply grown firmer.
The change in his soul was so slight and so well hidden that a Spirit Transformation cultivator could scarcely have noticed