The Demon Race Has a Living Saint!

The first three months of building the branch altar were extremely difficult.

The Spirit Vein are of poor quality and the Spiritual Qi is scarce, so cultivators there can only achieve about 30% of the cultivation efficiency of those in Ming Province, making their progress extremely difficult.

The lingering demonic energy is even more troublesome.

The three groups of disciples worked day and night to clean up, but the progress was outrageously slow.

The demonic energy in Transformation Province is completely different from that in Ming Province. Here, the demonic energy has seeped into the depths of the earth's veins, with intertwined roots that can affect the whole body from the slightest disturbance.

You've cleared the surface, but in a few days the demonic energy underneath will seep up again.

The word "wasteland" is now being proven to be true to its fullest extent.

"At this rate, it will take at least two more years to completely clear the demonic energy from the entire branch area," an elder reported to Yun Ci, looking dejected and feeling it wasn't worth it.

Two years.

For two years, the disciples of the branch sect had to cultivate in this harsh environment. Not only was it inefficient, but being constantly immersed in demonic energy also posed a risk of eroding their foundation...

Yun Ci's face was gloomy, but he did not back down.

His grandmaster had assigned him this task, which was by no means an easy one.

If it were an easy job, would it even be his turn?

"Speed up! Starting today, double the number of people purifying demonic energy. Other matters can be put on hold; focus on clearing away the remaining demonic energy first."

"But we don't have enough manpower."

"Then we'll draw manpower from our various vassal states. I don't care how they survive; at least we must stabilize this land we stand on!"

"Let those below us suffer first; if they eat less, we can eat more and live better."

The elder opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

While this approach was somewhat extreme, it was ultimately for the sake of the sect's grand ambitions, and he had no right to deny it...

Days passed by, and the branch altar improved day by day.

Under Yun Ci's tough measures, although the dozens of vassal forces complained bitterly and even lost many men, none of them rebelled...

Although Yun Ci's methods were somewhat cold and inhumane.

But in essence, it is also helping themselves, if they can first concentrate all their energy on establishing a stable place to live.

In the future, these vassal forces can use this place as a base to gradually expand outwards and alleviate the pressure.

Sacrifice, in the final analysis, is inevitable.

At least they aren't disposable resources; they're contributing manpower and effort now, and they might reap some benefits in the future.

It's always better to perfect one place as soon as possible than to fail at all.

at the same time--

At the Purple Firmament Peak, Lei Ming still roared.

Shi Jian's aura grew increasingly deep, and the violent lightning, like liquid, continuously roamed the void, accompanied by rolling thunder and countless bolts of lightning.

Shi Jian's eyes shone with divine light as he used his Divine Sense to condense a chessboard.

On the chessboard, every piece represents a hidden move he has made over the past century, and so many years have passed...

Today, they have achieved some success.

When a branch altar Transformation Province, the White Fox Line followed suit, along with two young Primordial Line Bear Demons.

The next step is to develop Transformation Province into a stable territory like Ming Province, providing another hiding place for the Demon Race.

As for Ming Province: the main branch of White Cloud Temple, with himself presiding over the area, the foundations of the Five Bear Demons, the Wind Rat Line, the Black Dog Line, and the Beast Pasturing Mountain are all located here.

Di Province: There is the Yin Wind Valley Secret Realm where the Shu Laosan is stationed. The Yin Rat Line is growing stronger day by day, and the new Blessed Land is beginning to take shape.

Yuan Continent: Zhao Yanchuan separated from the Zhao Clan lineage and has been running his business for several years. The Zhao Household business has been established, the animal park has been built, and the trade routes are smooth.

It also opened up a new habitat for black dogs and Rat Race.

Within the Liang Kingdom: Bi Luo, leading the Sacred Blood Sect, has been rapidly expanding its followers, which have now reached over five thousand, while secretly accumulating wealth.

Furthermore, Cang Ya Green Ape Clan, Lin Household, a cultivator Lineage in the Liang Kingdom, secretly provided cover for the Sacred Blood Sect.

One in the light, one in the shadows, their coordination was seamless.

Furthermore, the leader of the Frost and Snow Line, Shi Yin, whom he personally Enlightenment years ago, is now lying dormant in the Supreme Purity Sect, controlling his master.

I don't know how far things have developed since then.

However, they can also occasionally reveal hidden information, allowing them to take precautions.

Five strongholds are scattered in all directions, and the territory has been spread out, but each side is still weak.

Each stronghold is not very strong, and if something happens in one place, the other places are too far away to help. It's like a spider web that looks big, but the threads are all very thin.

"It still lacks some foundation," Shi Jian muttered to himself.

Purple Firmament's voice echoed in his mind, "You've done enough over the years, but ultimately, what the Demon Race lacks isn't territory, but Golden Core."

"You're managing five strongholds all by yourself; you're putting yourself under too much pressure. If Shi Pan could Core Formation, Kuang Dou and Lord Rat could also Core Formation, even just one more Golden Core demon would make the situation much easier."

Shi Jian closed his eyes.

Shi Pan has been in seclusion for many years and there has been no progress so far. Although the Kuang Dou bloodline has undergone a transformation, it is still far from reaching the Golden Core stage.

"It can't be rushed."

"I know."

Shi Jian sank to the bottom of the Thunder Pool, his entire body submerged in the purplish-gold thunder liquid.

Lightning surged underwater, tempering his bones and meridians. His cultivation, at the Golden Core Middle Stage, climbed steadily upwards.

He needs greater strength.

It wasn't just for himself, but also for the tens of thousands of Demon Race beings who depended on him...

Looking at it this way, he really does have some of the air of a saint from the Demon Race.

Countless Demon Race beings also need a strong enough backer to survive in this Human Race- dominated world.

Shi Jian has carried this burden for two hundred years.

Even if he carries this burden for another two hundred years, it doesn't matter to him. As long as he lives, one day he will roam the world freely...

Reshape all spirits of the Demon Race!