In the underwater demon cave.
Song Hengjiang, who was reminiscing about the past, suddenly left, allowing Jiang Wang, who was about to lose his concealment cloak, to escape.
But this didn't make him feel relaxed.
Because Song Hengjiang left too suddenly, too hurriedly. It was very likely because Du Ruhui had come!
"What do we do now? Where do we go? "Jiang Wang asked in Tong Tian Palace, seemingly out of his wits.
"Just here. We're not going anywhere, "Jiang Yan said.
"But Du Ruhui …"
Jiang Yan impatiently cut him off. "Think about it. Can Song Hengjiang let Du Ruhui discover the yin demons here? Would he dare to expose the matter of raising demons? This is still the safest place! "
Jiang Wang was silent.
Jiang Yan changed his tone and comforted him. "You've just been invaded by the heart demon and haven't completely eliminated it. Now your mind is in chaos and you can't make an accurate judgment. Just listen to me. You and I are one. Would I harm myself? "
Maybe it was because of the heart demon, or maybe it was because of the blood patterns on the two sides of the coffins. Jiang Wang's thoughts were indeed in a mess.
He appeared to be uneasy, completely unlike his usual calm and courageous self.
Startled, he muttered to himself, "How did Du Ruhui track me down? I have the concealment cloak and Yin Guan's methods. There shouldn't be any traces left. "
"Don't worry about that. The world's Dao methods and secret arts are as vast as the ocean. Even the White Bone God knows only a drop in the ocean. We can't guess what Du Ruhui has mastered. But one thing is for sure. Since he only found us now, it means his methods are still limited. So don't worry too much. "
Jiang Yan methodically analyzed, then commanded, "Now, go into the inner cave and take a look. I want to know what Song Hengjiang is up to. "
Jiang Wang didn't speak. He was still a bit dizzy, as if the clarity brought about by the terror of death had faded and that trance had returned.
He dazedly turned and walked into the inner cave.
His walk wasn't steady, and he was even hit by the coffin on his left. He was in a very sorry state. The coffin didn't move at all. The yin demon inside was still asleep.
"Be careful." Jiang Bo belatedly reminded him.
Inside Tongtian Palace, the sea of Divine Soul Flowers was still blooming. The Star Twining Python was quietly entrenched in it, not making any movements.
The worst part was that it was just a feeling.
He walked past the stone coffin and arrived at the entrance of the cave. The entrance of this cave was semicircular, and it was obvious that it had been artificially repaired. But it wasn't too detailed.
Patter.
The sound of footsteps was very clear.
"Don't make any noise," Jiang Yan reminded again.
"Okay, okay," Jiang Wang replied reluctantly.
Then he made his way in as gently as he could.
Walking into the inner cave, he realized that there was light here, and it wasn't completely dark.
The light source came from the center of the cave. It was a glazed coffin. Extremely beautiful, yet extremely cold.
The coffin emitted a faint white light, allowing people to see its shape clearly. This light was very strange. It could only illuminate oneself, but it could not illuminate the surroundings.
Therefore, the surroundings of the glass coffin were still pitch black.
"Let's go take a look," Jiang Yan said.
Jiang Wang then walked inside.
There was a square stone platform in the center of the cave. The glass coffin was placed on the stone platform in a neat arrangement.
Jiang Wang crossed three stone steps. When he got closer, he saw the figure lying in the glass coffin.
It was an extremely beautiful woman. Her face was delicate, and her black hair flowed down like a waterfall.
There was a golden talisman stuck to her absolutely stunning lips. Above her was a small and straight nose, sparkling and translucent. Above that was a pair of enchanting red phoenix eyes. At this moment, they were half-open, surging with … blood-red murderous intent. It seemed like they would pounce out in the next moment and fight to the death!
Inside Tongtian Palace, the Netherworld Candle suddenly jumped! Then it abruptly calmed down.
The moment he saw this pair of blood-red phoenix eyes, Jiang Wang almost wanted to pull out his sword and kill. Because that murderous intent was too real, too intense.
Fortunately, there were intersecting chains inscribed with fine glyphs in the glass coffin that firmly bound her.
For some reason, after suppressing the impulse to pull out his sword, Jiang Wang felt a great sorrow of unknown origin.
The violent change in his emotions caused him to break free from his previous dazed state.
After calming himself and regaining some clarity, he thought of a name — Song Wanxi.
This was the sister that Song Hengjiang spoke of?
Judging from Song Hengjiang's chatter, Song Wanxi had been in this state in the glass coffin for two hundred and eighteen years.
She was not dead, but she could not be said to be alive. At the very least, there was no sign of reason in her eyes.
"What happened to her?" Jiang Wang asked.
"She became a demon!" Jiang Yan's voice contained a very strong and difficult to suppress emotion. It was very complicated and impossible to distinguish.
Jiang Wang was even more shocked. "Aren't demons just demons? Can the Water Race become demons? "
"How do you think the earliest demons came about …" Jiang Yan said faintly.
Jiang Yan said faintly, "A person who fails to cultivate a demonic art … becomes a demon!"
Demons were people who failed to cultivate demonic arts!
He had never heard of such a secret.
In the ancient era, the demon wave destroyed the world. Was it just an internal conflict between the human race?
Jiang Yan had no reason to fabricate such shocking news to deceive him. So Jiang Wang almost believed it.
But this really overturned his understanding.
He rarely heard of demons, but he always knew that demons were another kind of race, terrifying and evil beings. In the ancient era, the demon wave that destroyed the world was swept clean by the human race. Ever since the Ancient Age, there had never been any big waves.
In the modern world, they were blocked by the combined efforts of two powerful countries of the human race outside the desolate border and did not advance an inch.
But now, Jiang Yan said that demons were also people!
People who failed to cultivate demonic arts.
"This …" Jiang Wang was in shock. His thoughts expanded. "Song Hengjiang's sister became like this because she failed to cultivate demonic arts? The Water Race of Qingjiang have always cultivated demonic arts? "
"I do not know this," Jiang Yan said slowly. "But there is another theory about becoming a demon. True demons believe that only by becoming a demon can one truly cultivate demonic arts. This is the correct way to cultivate demonic arts. They believe that demons are a step above the human race, a nobler race. They were defeated in the ancient era only because they were alone. "
"Wait," Jiang Wang said doubtfully. "What is a true demon? Are those in the stone coffins outside not counted? "
"Do you think that those mindless yin demons can cause a demon wave to destroy the world? Are you underestimating the human experts of the ancient era too much? "
Jiang Yan said. "A true demon is a true demon. They are extremely rare. Tens of thousands of demonic arts cultivators may not produce one. Each one … can rival a Perfected Person! "
Jiang Wang stilled and then looked at Song Wanxi in the glass coffin. "Then is she a true demon?"
"Of course not." Jiang Yan sighed. "In her current state, she is at most a general demon. She is a level higher than yin demons and only has simple intelligence. No matter how strong she is, she cannot be a true demon. "
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