The Pot of Polishing Demons Emerges from the Lake

You told the Sword Master the location of the Demon Refining Pot, hoping he could help you retrieve it.

The nemesis of the demon race plus the Demon Refining Pot—does this have potential?

It has immense potential!

"The Ten Thousand Demon Lake?"

"Does the Sect Master not know where this place is either?"

"The Great Wilderness is too vast, several times larger than the Five Domains. Because of the Realm War thirty thousand years ago, our human race suffered a severe population decline and abandoned many settlements. As time passed, some places might have been renamed by the demon race. For example, the Ten Thousand Demon Lake—this is clearly not a name our human ancestors would have chosen. There were no demons back then."

"True..."

"However, knowing that the Demon Refining Pot is in a lake is enough."

The Sword Master revealed a confident smile.

The two of you didn't delay and set off immediately, flying toward the Great Wilderness.

Of course, you were being carried.

Otherwise, with your snail-like sword flight speed, how could you ever catch up to the Sword Master's speed of traversing the void?

Actually, the Sword Master was also flying on his sword. After his immortal sword expanded, it was large enough to carry both of you.

During the flight, you felt no turbulence or fierce winds, as if you were staying in a warm room.

It was as if the Sword Master possessed a bio-force field that could firmly secure the people on the flying sword.

Along the way, you and the Sword Master chatted about a few things.

"Actually, rather than figuring out how to defend against the demon race, understanding why they tore up an agreement that had been maintained for thirty thousand years is far more important."

The Sword Master gave you an appreciative look.

"Although I don't know where you've been training all these years, your perspective on issues has certainly elevated to a higher level."

During the journey, you also shared intelligence regarding the Dragonkin race with the Sword Master.

To your surprise, the Sword Master was completely ignorant of the existence of the Dragonkin race.

This indicated that the actions of the Dragonkin race up to this point had been kept in absolute secrecy.

Of course, there was another possibility.

They had always been infiltrating in soul form and never revealed their true appearance.

Didn't that Huo Feihuo mention that their Dragonkin race is the only race among the myriad races of the Void Realm that can survive without relying on a physical body?

In other words, even if they drifted around as souls, they wouldn't be dragged away by the Underworld.

Even if an expert occasionally sensed them, they would be mistaken for the wandering ghosts and wild spirits of the demon race.

In a normal world like the Human Realm, there were also cases where departed souls couldn't dissipate and turned into ghosts or monsters, such as when their grievances were too heavy or their deaths too bizarre.

But it wasn't a common phenomenon.

It could be understood that even the Underworld's work had its oversights.

"Instigation by the Dragonkin race?"

This was your speculation, but the Sword Master had other thoughts.

"After obtaining the Demon Refining Pot, you and I will split up. You go persuade the mortal regimes, and I will persuade the martial arts sects. I will take this opportunity to investigate whether the various sects have any connection to the demon race tearing up the agreement."

"Does the Sect Master not believe that the Dragonkin race is causing trouble behind the scenes?"

"Not necessarily. Perhaps someone on our side did something that completely enraged the demon race."

The Sword Master flew you into the Great Wilderness.

This was a region devoid of any traces of human civilization.

There were only the most primitive mountains, jungles, rivers, and deserts.

Although the Sword Master didn't know where the Ten Thousand Demon Lake was.

He knew where lakes were located.

He didn't plan to search through all the lakes in the Great Wilderness.

What he was looking for was a lake guarded by powerful demons.

A treasure specifically meant to kill demons like the Demon Refining Pot would spell disaster for the demon race if it fell into human hands.

It was bound to be guarded by experts.

Year 55, 73 years old.

The Great Wilderness was still too vast.

Even with the Sword Master's speed, it was impossible to quickly lock onto the destination.

On this day, the Sword Master, who was carrying you while flying rapidly through the clouds on his giant sword, suddenly stopped.

"The Azure Dragon is ahead. If we get any closer, he will sense me."

"Is there a lake ahead?"

"Yes, and apart from the Azure Dragon, there are three demons at the Demon King realm."

"What are they doing there?"

"It's too far. My divine sense can only detect their auras; I can't see clearly what they are doing."

"Then let's get a bit closer."

You took out two talismans from your storage ring and stuck them onto yourself and the Sword Master.

"Talismans? These things have been lost in the Five Domains. Where did you get them?"

"A gift from a noble benefactor. These are Heaven-rank Turtle Breath Talismans. As long as we don't circulate our cultivation techniques, even a Demon Ancestor wouldn't be able to detect our approach."

"If they truly are Heaven-rank talismans, they naturally have such an effect. Let's go take a look."

Of course, you got these talismans from the Shen family.

Thinking of the Shen family, you actually had some doubts.

The Shen family had so many experts. In terms of the number of Martial Kings, their single family was comparable to the entire Five Domains.

In the last simulation, when the demon race attacked so fiercely, why didn't they come to help?

Even if they ignored worldly affairs, they couldn't just disregard the life and death of their own race, right? Weren't they afraid that if the lips were gone, the teeth would grow cold?

From your recent casual chats with the Sword Master, you also learned something.

Actually, the humans in the Five Domains did not make up the entire human race in this world.

The Shen family in the Star Domain went without saying; they had a massive population.

In the Great Wilderness and overseas, there were also quite a few humans, mostly existing in the form of martial artist factions.

The Blood Moon organization you investigated previously was one of them.

Besides that, the most powerful forces outside the Five Domains were the Three Great Holy Lands.

The combined scale of the Three Great Holy Lands was comparable to the Star Domain's Shen family.

In the last simulation, no one from these Three Great Holy Lands came to help either.

You felt it definitely wasn't just them standing by and watching coldly; there had to be a reason behind it.

You and the Sword Master quietly approached, hovering in mid-air and gazing down.

You couldn't circulate your cultivation techniques or use your divine sense to probe, otherwise, you would both be exposed, so the two of you could only look with your naked eyes.

"The Demon Refining Pot!"

You saw the Demon Refining Pot resting right above the massive claws of the Azure Dragon.

On the left and right sides of the Azure Dragon, there were two demons with very large mouths.

The Sword Master said these two demons were the Heng and Ha Demon Generals, who were quite famous among the demons of the Great Wilderness.

Directly in front of the Azure Dragon, a monkey demon was half-kneeling.

This monkey demon had four eyes and six ears, wore a suit of bone armor, and held a purple-gold cudgel.

The Azure Dragon was in the middle of giving the Demon Refining Pot to this monkey demon.

"I understand now..."

You thought of the events from the last simulation.

Of the two spirit monkey disciples of the Divine Weapon Pavilion's Pavilion Master, the Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey had a narrow mind and felt he was treated unfairly, so he betrayed his master and defected to the Great Wilderness demon race.

After the war between the two races broke out, it was this Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey who acted as the vanguard, leading a group of demons to invade the Five Domains ahead of the main force, breaking up into smaller groups to kill and cause chaos everywhere.

In the last simulation, the Demon Refining Pot had mentioned that it was rewarded to the Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey by the Azure Dragon, and then given to Feng Yucheng by the Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey.

This time, there was a slight discrepancy in the timeline.

[Last time, the Demon Race only retrieved the Demon-Refining Pot after the war had broken out, rather than before.]

[Perhaps the absence of Feng Yucheng this time has caused certain events to change.]

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