Wushan turned a deaf ear. In fact, centuries ago, he had dealt with no fewer than fifty demons, if not a hundred. This sort of thing was beneath his notice. "Haven't we already learned the truth behind the Scarlet Pill Clan's extermination? How could you still have the nerve to speak?"
The demon's arrogance flared at once. "Stop trying to fool me! What self-inflicted destruction? It is nothing more than the hypocritical cover-up of your righteous Cultivation Realm!"
Wushan: ... Demons were made by stubbornness and ruined by stubbornness. Didn't it know that, as a prisoner, there was nothing worth deceiving it over?
"Listen or don't. Once you are annihilated and the Heavenly Dao settles the karmic accounts, who knew how much heavy karma the dead Scarlet Pill Clan would have to bear because of you?"
After Wushan finished arranging what he needed to break the formation, he prepared to seal the demon away. Yet the demon remained stubbornly convinced of its own beliefs. "The Scarlet Pill Clan's souls have long since scattered and vanished. What bloodline is left to bear karma? The Heavenly Dao and your righteous path are all in league together! But is the Divine Venerable truly certain about breaking the formation?"
Wushan knew full well that these were the demon's words of temptation. "If you can give me a legitimate reason to convince me, then I won't break it."
... Why had he suddenly become so easy to talk to?
"No. Break it. I would be delighted to see the formation shatter. That sight would surely be beautiful."
It was now July or August. In past years, the area surrounding Ghostmist Forest would already have been packed with spirit herb prospectors searching for spiritual plants. Yet this year, because Mingxuan City had vanished from level ground,