Spring was warm, flowers were blooming, and a clear breeze drifted by.
Yan Ruyu hosted a banquet for Qin Sheng and Ye Fan. Pang Bo, Qin Yao, and other young members of the Demon Race also attended. Everyone raised their cups and drank together amid a cheerful atmosphere.
"Speaking of that Ancestor King from Spirit Valley, he was truly extraordinary. Three thousand pairs of demonic wings, fangs half a foot long, like a Demon Lord descending from the heavens—" Ye Fan recounted certain events like a storyteller.
In Master Ye's description, when he wiped out Spirit Valley and the Stone Clan, his left fist dealt high damage, his right fist dealt even higher damage, and he maxed out his moves, beating the Primordial Creatures until they fled in panic, crying for their fathers and mothers.
As for Qin Sheng?
He was just a human-shaped sound system.
"An Immortal Platform Second Heaven cultivator participating in such a battle is too dangerous." The enchantress Qin Yao poured wine for Ye Fan.
"The Primordial Creatures of Spirit Valley all cultivate Divine Spirit techniques. If they succeed, could they truly transform into another kind of life form?" Pang Bo asked curiously.
"And the Stone Clan—because they possess Saint Spirit bloodlines, some part of their bodies turns to stone. Could it be that their ancestors coupled with rocks?"
"There are no gods in this world. Spirit Valley's Divine Spirit Technique is merely an alternative development and evolution of the Primordial Spirit." Qin Sheng spoke with absolute certainty.
"As for the Stone Clan's bloodline issue, you can try finding a Stone Saint Spirit to talk to someday and see whether you can develop feelings. You should get your answer then."
Pang Bo sighed toward the sky. "Feelings will only affect the speed of my punches. In