The entire Haoyuan Realm had become less peaceful because of Xie Xiyi alone.
Duyu had spent several days outside, hearing endless rumors about the Ghost-Masked Cultivator, and fear had crept into his heart despite himself.
It couldn't be helped. In the past, Duyu had been a renowned great demon in the Wasteland, brave and skilled in battle. Ever since becoming the head of the Yu Dynasty's Demon-Suppressing Bureau, protecting an entire nation's people and supporting His Majesty, he had grown more timid.
Over these five hundred years, aside from going out to find the primary ingredients for the Longevity Pill and gathering cultivation resources, he had hardly dared get into conflicts with human cultivators, Yaomo, or Yaoshou.
He was as cowardly as a demon could possibly be.
Why not just go back? Searching the whole world for Xuanji and little brother Long isn't realistic anyway.
But cowardly as Duyu was, he had to make it look as though he had done everything he could before His Majesty. Returning after just a few days would seem far too halfhearted.
So Duyu planned to lie low outside for another few dozen days before returning to the Yu Dynasty.
But however well he planned, things changed faster than his plans.
Duyu had originally been lying low and recuperating inside a volcano, but after only a few days, he heard signs of cultivators outside.
With his cultivation nearing a breakthrough to Divine Transformation, Duyu quickly sensed that there were quite a few cultivators outside, all with considerable cultivation. Several had spiritual power so dense it was almost tangible. Clearly, they were already at the Mahayana Stage, or even higher.
Damn, I've stumbled onto a battlefield.
Duyu inwardly lamented his luck, but he absolutely dared not make any rash moves now. If even the slightest