Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 2623 Demon People

"Woooo..."

A mournful wail echoed across the wasteland, accompanied by the chilling sound of the wind, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Qin Sang looked at the demonic wolf in front of her... let's call it a demonic wolf for now.

Although it hasn't been confirmed, Qin Sang felt that he was most likely thrown into the Demon Realm by that behemoth, or at the very least, very close to it. The probability of a small world filled with true demonic energy appearing in the River of Sin was extremely small.

He referred to the creatures of the demon realm as demon people, and his current goal was to find them. However, he did not use his escape techniques or secret arts to conduct a large-scale search. Firstly, it would easily alert the powerful natives and cause trouble. Secondly, Qin Sang felt that since he had landed here, it meant that the passage might be nearby.

Finding the passage might allow us to return.

Even if he is curious about this place, he can wait until everything is settled before returning to explore it at his leisure.

Therefore, he circled around the valley for a long time, gradually expanding the search area, but found nothing.

I really don't know how that behemoth brought me here!

So he ventured into the depths of the wasteland, where he encountered the first monster. It resembled a wolf, walked on all fours, had a mouthful of fangs, and even its howl sounded like a wolf's howl. However, it differed from the wolf demons of the spirit world in that it had four limbs.

The demonic wolf was suspended in front of Qin Sang by an invisible force, unable to move, and could only howl loudly, as if it wanted to expel all the fragments in its chest.

Its limbs were unusually large, without skin or flesh, and composed entirely of bones. The black bones appeared to be necrotic, but their hardness surpassed that of magical artifacts.

Qin Sang's eyesight was incredibly sharp; she could see right through its internal organs at a glance. Its bones were alive, and blood flowed within them.

Each of its four paws was enveloped in a wisp of black wind, which had an extremely foul stench. When the demon wolf ran, it appeared as if it were walking on the wind. In reality, the demon wolf did not have the ability to control the wind; the black wind was a manifestation of its internal energy and blood.

'hiss! '

From the mournful cries, one could tell that the wolf was terrified of Qin Sang, but it remained ferocious and untamed, constantly baring its teeth at Qin Sang in a threatening manner.

Compared to the demonic wolf in the spirit realm, this demonic wolf's cultivation level is probably at the demonic spirit stage. However, apart from certain aberrations, demonic beasts at the demonic spirit stage already possess considerable intelligence. This demonic wolf, on the other hand, is still driven entirely by instinct, and it lacks the awareness to control or suppress its ferocity.

This is not an isolated case; the ordinary beasts in the wasteland that have no cultivation are also extremely ferocious by nature.

At this very moment, a dozen bloody battles are taking place all around.

Unless this wasteland possesses a special power capable of influencing the minds of its inhabitants, the root cause may lie in the true demonic energy.

I remember Master Ning once said a theory that was recognized by many cultivators in the spirit world: all things in the world, including the Great Thousand World, cannot escape the law of 'formation, existence, decay, and emptiness', and the Demon Realm is a Great Thousand World on the verge of collapse, heading towards the end of the Great Thousand World.

This period is bound to be chaotic and rife with demonic forces. This will not only be reflected in people's hearts and morality, but also in the decline of everything in the world, which will slide towards collapse. The creatures born here will naturally be more ferocious, and their demonic nature will even outweigh their spiritual nature.

This is an ironclad law, independent of human will. If the spirit world were to one day enter a state of decay, the same would be true.

In fact, Taoism has long had similar theories. The Taoist scriptures say: "Greatness is called passing away, passing away is called going far away, going far away is called returning."

The influence of True Demonic Qi on living beings is not only in their temperament. Qin Sang noticed that those wild creatures all have unique talents, which are mostly reflected in their physical bodies, giving them greater strength and making them more adept at fighting enemies. This may be the result of natural selection, or it may be that True Demonic Qi makes it easier for the physical body to transform.

In other words, body-refining demonic arts may be more prevalent in the demon realm.

Of course, Qin Sang also understood that the places he had just visited were insignificant compared to the entire realm, and his observations were certainly one-sided and biased.

After thoroughly examining the demon wolf, Qin Sang unearthed its memories and discovered that images of fighting and killing dominated its repertoire. Only these memories could stimulate and excite the demon wolf, making it even more ferocious and belligerent.

The demon wolf had no fixed abode and wandered everywhere in the wasteland. Qin Sang found the whereabouts of the demon people in its memories.

"Ow!"

A distant wolf howl echoed from the depths of the wilderness, drawing Qin Sang's attention.

That was the horn of the 'Wolf King'. This demon wolf was also a little wolf king, ruling over dozens of demon wolves, but it had to submit to the real wolf king.

Normally, the pack of wolves roams the wilderness, but once the wolf king gives the order, all the wolves will gather under his command, which is often a sign of a major battle.

Having had their leader captured by Qin Sang, the pack of demon wolves, which had been lurking around, immediately abandoned their leader upon hearing the wolf king's howl and rushed towards the direction from which the howl came.

That seems to be the location of the Demon People's Tribe.

That demon tribe was considered the mortal enemy of the wasteland wolf pack. The wolf king organized several attacks, but all ended in failure, leaving behind countless demon wolf corpses.

Qin Sang thought for a moment, then released the restraints on the demon wolf. Just as the demon wolf was about to struggle, a gust of wind slapped it on the back of the head, and the ferocity in its eyes faded. It whimpered and obediently lay down on the ground.

In the wilderness, the tallest grass could reach several meters. Qin Sang rode his demonic wolf, walking through the grass.

It was late at night, and the wilderness was pitch black, but the distant lights were clearly visible, like lighthouses.

A strong stench of blood emanated from there, and the howls of wolves, roars, and the sounds of clashing spells mingled together, becoming even clearer in the darkness.

Qin Sang could easily see the scene on the battlefield. The wasteland was generally flat, with few undulations or peaks, but it was an isolated mountain.

The demon tribe lived on that mountain, surrounded by wolves on all sides, their howls echoing everywhere.

The battle has begun. The demons are using formations to build a defensive line at the foot of the mountain to resist the wolf pack.

Qin Sang's gaze passed over the wolf pack and landed on the demonic people. They had fought the demonic wolves many times and were experienced, knowing when to advance and retreat.

This tribe was vast, inhabited by both mortals and cultivators. Even the mortals showed no fear in the face of the ferocious demonic wolves.

When Qin Sang saw the demon people in the tribe clearly, she was slightly taken aback. They seemed to be...humans?

They have the same limbs and heads, and their appearance is not much different from that of the human race in the spirit world. The men among the mortals appear to be more robust and fierce, while the women are more gentle and charming.

When Qin Sang used a secret technique to remotely probe their bloodlines, the closeness between them was undeniable; without a doubt, they were human!

There are humans in the Demon Realm?

He began to waver again. Could it be that he was actually still in the spirit world?

Qin Sang recalled what she had seen in her dream. Legend has it that in the era when the gods disappeared, the human race was hostile to the demon race because the heavenly tribulation of the human race was different from that of the demon race. They were considered to be 'external demons' who had infiltrated the spirit world!

In retrospect, it may not have been mere speculation.

Those mortal men were strong and brave. Some formed battle formations, and while the tribal cultivators were entangled with the demon wolves, they dared to raise their weapons and charge into the wolf pack. Others were on the mountain, relying on their own strength or using tools to hurle stones at the wolf pack, and for a time, boulders rained down like rain.

Qin Sang shifted her gaze from the mortals to the cultivators in the tribe, discovering that they also had two extremes.

Some of them were nearly nine feet tall, exceptionally strong, with legs and arms like iron pillars. They clearly practiced body-refining techniques, and could turn demon wolves into mincemeat with a single punch or palm strike. They led the soldiers in a charge, seeking out the strongest among the demon wolves, engaging them in one-on-one battles, and stirring up a storm of bloodshed.

Qin Sang's gaze was drawn to one of the cultivators.

This man has gray hair and should be an elder in the tribe, but he is more courageous than the young men.

He wore no armor, only a pair of gauntlets, his back exposed. The red light floating around him revealed the abundant blood energy within him, making him as powerful as a Golden Core cultivator in the Spirit Realm.

'boom! '

A demonic wolf, taking advantage of its unpreparedness, launched a sneak attack from behind, crashing headfirst into the blood-red light.

Unexpectedly, the blood-red light suddenly wrapped around the wolf's vital points like a noose. The wolf let out a shrill wail, and with a "poof," its head exploded, sending blood and brain matter flying out together.

The man didn't even glance behind him. He slammed his palms together, and another wolf's head exploded in his hands. His cold eyes swept across the pack, searching for the wolf king's location.

Unfortunately, the wolf howls were erratic and could not be located, making it impossible to pinpoint the wolf king.

Driven by the wolf king, the leaders of the pack surrounded the man from all sides, launching an attack. Soon, he and several younger members of the clan were forced to form a defensive formation, completely surrounded by the wolf leaders and separated from the rest of the clan.

At this moment, they also realized that this demonic tide was different from the past. All the demonic wolves were fearless and charged forward recklessly, determined to perish together with them.

They naturally had backup plans as well.

Behind the tribal defenses, a group of oddly dressed people stood on a stone platform, gazing at the battlefield.

They were all wearing large cloaks that covered their entire bodies, including their faces, except for holes cut out for their eyes, revealing bright and sharp eyes.

Then they saw their tribesmen trapped among the wolves, their eyes frozen with icy coldness.

Qin Sang had noticed this group of people long ago. They were the complete opposite of the cultivators who had strong bodies and were charging into the wolf pack. Underneath their cloaks were extremely thin bodies.

This group was almost entirely composed of women, each one emaciated and nearly skeletal, with only a tenth of their skin clinging to their bones. They seemed to be hiding their appearance with cloaks, as if worried that it would frighten their fellow tribesmen. Yet, their bodies were brimming with vitality.

Seeing the clan elder fall into the trap, the leading female cultivator let out a shrill whistle. The whistle had the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and when it reached the demon wolf's ears, it was like a demonic sound filling its brain.

At the same time, the cloaks on the group of cultivators fluttered, and invisible fluctuations spread around them.

They all opened their mouths, their tongues also withered, emitting similar demonic sounds. Due to differences in their cultivation levels, some were strong and some were weak, but they eventually converged into one.

The demonic sound contains pure divine power, a divine ability that directly attacks the soul.

To Qin Sang's surprise, this small tribe possessed both body refinement and soul cultivation traditions, while in the spirit world, magic cultivation was more common, making the two places the exact opposite.

The next moment, the battlefield was filled with bangs. Impacted by the demonic sound, the previously arrogant wolf leader died without uttering a sound as his head exploded.

The wolf leader possessed a powerful physical body, but their soul was their weakness. Just as the demonic voice was about to tear open the encirclement and rescue its people, a sudden change occurred.

'Hiss...'

A strange sound wave suddenly rang out on the battlefield, rising and falling, and upon closer listening, it mostly originated from the bodies of the demon wolf leaders.

Suddenly, the belly of a demon wolf leader split open, and a snake's head emerged.

The snake's head flicked its tongue, its body hidden inside the wolf's belly, and the sound came from its mouth. Its triangular demonic eyes emitted an eerie light.

Upon seeing the snake's head, a gasp of alarm rang out from the tribe.

They were speaking an unfamiliar language, which Qin Sang had already grasped and learned over this period of time.

These people are talking about 'Earth Demons', which should be the name of this kind of magical beast.

They called the demon wolf a 'warrior beast'.

This time, the attack on the tribe was not only carried by a pack of wolves, but also by two kinds of magical beasts. Moreover, they knew how to lure and ambush. The earth demon was also clearly good at attacking the soul, which made it a perfect match for the tribe's female cultivators.

The two sound waves collided in the void, their power canceling each other out. The demonic sound emitted by the female cultivator of the tribe was blocked by the sound waves, and the chief of the beasts seized the opportunity to plug the gap.

To make matters worse, not only did the cultivators fail to escape the encirclement, but they also suffered sonic attacks from the Earth Demon.

In an instant, the cultivators in the tribe all changed their expressions.

This time, the Vigilant Beasts didn't just attack indiscriminately like before; they came prepared!

The situation is critical!

At this critical moment, the wolf king let out another long howl, signaling the start of the general offensive.

Unexpectedly, the screams suddenly stopped, as if someone had grabbed its neck.

The herd of beasts, which had been stirred to their killing intent by the howl and were about to charge up the mountain with excitement, had their emotions forcibly interrupted, just like the wolf king's howl.

Then the people on the mountaintop saw a commotion break out among the beasts, and the commotion quickly spread, with deserters appearing on the outer perimeter. Desertion is contagious, and in an instant, the formation of the beasts was thrown into chaos, and they fled in all directions, causing the sound waves emitted by the Earth Demon to scatter.

The herd was practically fleeing in disarray, a stark contrast to the orderly siege they had displayed. The tribe's crisis had inexplicably been averted, and everyone stared blankly out of the mountains, wondering what had happened.

Suddenly, the tribal female cultivator turned her head to look east. With her sharp eyes, she spotted a figure among the fleeing beasts.

This man rode a fierce beast against the tide of beasts, moving with ease through the horde. The beasts, upon reaching him, automatically parted to create a clearing around him. In his hand, he also carried another fierce beast, not the largest, but pure white—the mark of the fierce beast king in the wasteland!

More and more people noticed the scene and gasped in shock. The king of the beasts had been captured and killed by this man. How did he do it?

As the beast tide dissipated, the man reached the foot of the mountain and looked up.

Their eyes met, and everyone instinctively avoided his gaze. The tribal elder who had led the charge stepped forward and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for slaying the powerful enemy and relieving us of our peril!"

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Tomorrow is a holiday, so I'm taking a day off.

Wishing everyone a happy Lantern Festival in advance, and may you all have a joyous reunion with your families! (End of Chapter)