A month later-though Huo Yuhao actually had no idea of the precise time in the Demon Plane and could only judge by the days he had counted in his mind.
By then, the settlement in the valley had long since been established and was gradually expanding.
During this time, as Huo Yuhao and these four thousand or so Demons settled down here, certain things had gradually begun.
Much like what Huo Yuhao had done among the Demon Race in the past, some Demons began venturing deep into other parts of the Demon Plane to spread what they had achieved here.
Of course, this process was bound to differ from how things had been with the Demon Race back then. They had to be even more cautious and discreet, not only avoiding the armies of the five Demon Kings, but also taking care that excessive expansion did not draw those five Demon Kings' attention, while looking out for their own safety.
Although the process was full of twists and turns, the results were also remarkably clear. After the first group returned, the roughly four thousand Demons here had grown to over ten thousand.
After that, their numbers multiplied, causing the number of Demons wandering the wilderness to plummet.
This also showed that, when given a choice, Demons would not choose to gnaw on corpses. If they could change their circumstances with their own hands, the vast majority were willing to do so.
There was actually no need to promise some beautiful future, nor any need for blessings bestowed through faith in Gods. All they needed was hope-a hope they could gradually realize with their own hands-and they would work toward it.
All Huo Yuhao could do about that was keep this hope alive, rather than let it become an illusory bubble.