Because of the unusual nature of his true essence, Ouyang was now considered a half-demon with an extremely diluted bloodline.
It was common knowledge that humans and demons produced half-demons, and that continued interbreeding with the Human Race would keep diluting the bloodline within them.
But for it to be so diluted that Ouyang had no trace of the Demon Race's aura at all, his half-demon bloodline could only have been diluted over who knew how many generations!
Still unaware that he had been classified as something other than human, Ouyang was taking Hu Tutu around the city, exploring with keen interest.
Compared with the sect's exquisitely crafted wooden buildings, full of antique charm, the clusters of rugged stone houses before him had the haphazard beauty of a field of scattered graves.
The demon cultivators still retained their habits as beasts. Some hastily piled up stone houses, others simply dug holes and slept underground, and still others hung from trees for a nap.
The diversity of species also left the city in utter chaos, with no order to speak of.
But a closer look revealed some distinctions. Streets divided the entire city into little blocks, and the demons living within each block were roughly alike.
They had probably made a rough division of their respective territories to distinguish between different tribes.
After all, even dogs had the habit of rushing up to utility poles and lifting a leg. Marking out territory was likewise an animal instinct.
After walking around the city with Hu Tutu in his arms, Ouyang finally discovered a block in the farthest corner where the demons were completely different from the others.
They wore ornaments on their heads, and though their clothing was equally rough, compared with demons who considered themselves dressed after draping a scrap of