At these words, Shi Lan and Gongsun Fu's expressions grew somewhat complicated.
Though they belonged to different races, as cultivators, they could understand Lin Yang's feelings.
In the world today, Tribulation Transcendence True Persons were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. None had emerged in the Divine Land for thousands of years.
As a member of the Demon Race, Lin Yang naturally faced greater difficulties cultivating in the Divine Land, where the Human Race held dominion.
That he had overcome so many disadvantages and advanced all the way to the spirit transformation pinnacle, becoming a Half-Step Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, proved that he was a Heavenly Prodigy of the Demon Race who appeared only once in ten thousand years.
As possibly the first member of the Demon Race who could become a Tribulation Transcendence True Person and ascend to the middle plane, Lin Yang carried the convictions of far too many others. One could even say he bore the hopes of the entire Demon Race.
Yet a single Heavenly Master Divine Talisman from the White-Spirit Immortal Crane had sealed him within Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain, ending his path of cultivation and shattering the Demon Race's hopes of entering the middle plane.
Lin Yang surely hated the White-Spirit Immortal Crane with every fiber of his being, a hatred that ran bone-deep.
Lin Mo showed no intention of giving up, however. With a faint smile, he said, "Thank you for telling me all this, Eagle Clan Chief."
"Still, I believe that in all things, success lies in human effort."
"Besides, as the foremost sage of the Demon Race, Senior Lin Yang must possess both great magnanimity and great wisdom."
"Whatever the outcome, I would like to meet him and explain my purpose to him face-to-face."
"Well..."
A troubled look appeared on