"Baimeng, have you heard of the Demonic Art?" On the road to the Black Demon Temple, Xu Zimo looked at Baimeng and asked.
"My lord may not know much about the current state of our Devil Race. In truth, our race is not peaceful either," Baimeng said.
"The branch of the Devil Race you rule is the strongest and most mainstream, but there are also some smaller groups of devils gathered together.
"In pursuit of greater strength, they cultivate forbidden arts—the Demonic Art."
"The Demonic Art is forbidden?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Yes. This cultivation method does not involve comprehending and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Instead, it has others cultivate it, then absorbs all the results of their cultivation."
Baimeng explained, "The technique is divided into a mother section and a child section. I fear the Black Demon Temple obtained the child section."
"Are there other devils in this world?" Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.
"There should be. Although our main force is in the Ancient Demon Cave, there will inevitably be some fish that slipped through the net," Baimeng said.
"Since this devil is connected to the Demonic Art, it is very likely an enemy rather than a friend. My lord should make preparations."
"I understand," Xu Zimo nodded and asked.
"As for the so-called patriarch of the Black Demon Temple, have you heard of the world he went to?"
"Not really. Since the Zhouze Epoch was destroyed, I have known little about this new epoch," Baimeng shook his head and said.
"But the epoch is vast. It would not be strange for other worlds to exist."
The two moved swiftly. In less than half a quarter-hour, they arrived at the Black Demon Temple once more.
At this moment, the Black Demon Temple