Yang Lingrui was the first prodigy of the righteous path to kill a Demon Child during the pursuit in the Southwest.
According to the original plan, he was supposed to meet up with Yun Xiwu before they headed to the Northwest together.
But the battle in the Northwest was changing rapidly. To make sure he could reinforce the front in time—and keep his sister safe there—
Yang Lingrui had returned alone through the Southwest's teleportation array after killing the Demon Child. From the Beacon War Platform in the north, he had continued across the endless sands and back into the Northwest.
Fortunately, years ago, while hunting demons in the Southwest, Luo Qianchou had used his standing in the Dao Academy to invest vast resources and spiritual materials in building this teleportation network.
Otherwise, with only his cultivation at the Twelfth Layer of Spiritual Connection, Yang Lingrui might have arrived at the Northwest frontier long after the daylilies had gone cold.
Looking down from high above, Yang Lingrui saw the ordinary people still evacuating eastward.
The ferries and cloudships could carry only so many. Even after nearly three months, large numbers of people from the Northwest had yet to leave the danger zone.
Thankfully, the Northwest's cultivators had fought bravely and held back the demonic cultivators' advance from the north. Otherwise, the people still evacuating would have had no chance of survival.
Yang Lingrui looked away, then turned his gaze to the rolling demonic clouds on the northern horizon. The killing intent in his chest, deep and vast as the sea, surged.
"Striking while we're vulnerable, sowing chaos across our lands—do you think the Northwest has no one left to fight you? You Demon Spawn have some nerve!"
Beneath the Judge's Ghost Mask, a fierce light shone in Yang Lingrui's eyes.