After Bai Su died, Yao Yan once again set out on his travels through mountains and rivers.
Along the way, he visited many places, traveled many roads, and took in many sights.
He had to admit that the Nine Provinces Continent was even more varied and splendid than he had imagined.
This was a world of myriad colors, brimming with life and vitality. It possessed resources beyond the reach of demonic cultivators, and it was vast and magnificent, wealthy and powerful.
By then, Yao Yan had begun to understand why those demonic cultivators were so fixated on invading this place.
The difference between this place and the Savage Wilderness, where they had nothing but barren land, was truly immense. Everything in the Savage Wilderness was submerged beneath dust and sand that filled the sky, and that environment shaped most of their temperaments.
The Savage Wilderness had no color, only the starkest black and white. Compared with the flourishing life here, it held nothing but death and brutality.
To Dao cultivators, it was a terrifying place that could breed heart demons, but to demonic cultivators, it was an ideal place to cultivate.
Yet no one was born loving the darkness. After seeing too much of it, they would inevitably yearn for the light. More twisted demonic cultivators might instead wish to drag that light into the same abyss that engulfed them...
Yao Yan thought he was probably an oddity among demonic cultivators. He had no interest whatsoever in the things ordinary demonic cultivators pursued so eagerly. He did not want to occupy the Nine Provinces Continent, nor did he want to corrupt it into a barren wasteland like the Savage Wilderness, leaving every corner of this world steeped in heavy death qi.
He only wanted to see the scenic mountains and