The Heavenly Source Divine Wood had not returned, but a new hope had been planted.
Once the news spread, every member of the Demon Race scattered beyond their homeland would soon hear it: the new Demon King had not only been acknowledged by the sacred relic and received its legacy, but had also brought back a newborn Heavenly Source Divine Wood—the hope of the Demon Race. The scattered clans would return sooner or later.
Nan Xun had also deliberately let one crucial detail slip as the news spread: the newborn Heavenly Source Divine Wood's influence was limited. The sooner they returned, the closer their allotted Clan Lands would be to it. The later they returned, the farther away those lands would be. After all, only so much territory could be set aside for now. Come back too late, and there might be no Clan Lands left to allot at all.
After all that, Nan Xun had become the Demon King everyone wanted. Wu Che had lost his last hope and seemed to have fallen silent.
News did not pass freely between the Demon Race and humanity, so Qiao Ranran and the others had no idea what Nan Xun had done among his people. Mu Tianyuan might know, but he certainly would not say. They could only infer from the furtive movements of the Demon Race across the continent that Nan Xun was making some big move.
None of that had much to do with Qiao Ranran, because Pei Ling had pulled her into seclusion with him. In the end, he still thought her cultivation was advancing too slowly. He was also tired of Zhou Lukang coming by every few days to whisper with her. How could anyone have enough gossip and rumors to talk for that long?
Qiao Ranran herself