Although Xia Jue had never seen a Nightmare Demon, he probably knew no less about them than Chu Qianqiu did.
He had recorded virtually every detail of the Azure Tide Sect's affairs, naturally including the Nightmare Demon incident three thousand years ago.
Nightmare Demons were creatures that relied heavily on their own divine sense.
Because of their powerful divine sense, they could reach into people's seas of consciousness and control their will.
After hearing Chu Qianqiu recount what had happened, all sorts of possibilities immediately surfaced in his mind.
Chu Qianqiu was, after all, a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator. There was no reason a barrier he had set up should fail to contain that Nightmare Demon.
The Nightmare Demon's escape meant it had used a Teleportation Talisman of at least the ninth tier. Yet within a barrier like that, even a ninth-tier Teleportation Talisman should normally have struggled to let it escape...
Xia Jue silently considered every record concerning Nightmare Demons.
Suddenly, he remembered an entry about one of their innate abilities...
But if it had truly used that ability to teleport through the barrier, the price it paid must have been immense.
For at least a thousand years, it could forget about healing its injuries and emerging to wreak havoc again.
And that was precisely why Xia Jue dared to take over the matter.
Elsewhere, just as Xia Jue had expected, the Nightmare Demon had escaped in the end, but suffered grievous injuries.
Before long, its black mist shrank into a ball and lay motionless in the grass.
"You really are useless..."
As it rested, that familiar voice sounded beside it once again.
The newcomer stood with his hands behind his back, a Silver Mask covering his face.
Only his voice and gaze betrayed the arrogance and haughtiness