Li Yan immediately knew his guess had been right.
The death of a Nascent Soul Cultivator would be a grievous blow even to a great sect like the Holy Devil Palace.
He reckoned it would take at least three to five years for the matter to die down. Until the Holy Devil Palace got the answers it wanted, it would not let go easily.
So Li Yan chose to lie low and began cultivating in seclusion...
Cultivators came and went through Saint Demon City every day. Some entered and never left; others departed and vanished forever...
Spring brought flowers, autumn winds swept away the leaves, and white clouds changed into gray dogs—all in the blink of an eye...
Ten years passed in a flash. Mu Guyue sat in a garden.
Her belly had swollen high. She gazed at the flowers of every color swaying gently in the breeze.
She stroked her belly, her slender fingers tracing aimless lines over her black dress. In her eyes, though, flashed the scene of another spirit herb garden.
Members of the Devil Race lived long lives. Even mortals among them could live a century or two without difficulty.
So even mortal women of the Devil Race did not carry children for ten months. They gave birth only after a year.
Once members of the Devil Race set foot on the immortal path and became cultivators, they embarked on a road that defied heaven.
Under the rules of heaven and earth, it became exceedingly difficult for them to have descendants.
They carried their children far longer, and miscarriage was more likely. Pregnancy usually lasted ten years.
After Mu Guyue returned to her clan from the Demon-Devouring Abyss, her injuries healed, but she could not stop dwelling on what had happened.
After a spell of bewilderment,