Cultivation Helped by Ancestors

Chapter 632 - 463: Divine Travel (4K)_2

He initially thought it was the three dirty Golden Bodies of the Three Saints within the Three Saints Temple.

But upon closer inspection, he discovered that although these three Golden Bodies had a bit of incense energy, there was nothing unusual about them.

Zhang Jian then glanced at the peculiar ’mixed-blood’ Demon Race High Priest, who looked terrified; he was certain that the gaze wasn’t coming from this person.

"This is truly strange!"

Zhang Jian pondered to himself. Since attaining the status of an Innate God, no one had been able to elude his gaze.

"Could it be from beyond space-time, or from the forbidden zones of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth? Yet, a deity with such Dao practice should be able to observe directly rather than peek!"

Zhang Jian contemplated further as he stepped out of the Three Saints Hall.

After leaving the Three Saints Hall, he noticed that the mysterious gaze still lingered, seemingly tailing him.

This only made Zhang Jian more curious.

After Zhang Jian’s departure, the cowering High Priest in the Three Saints Hall pressed his almost thumping-out heart, wiped the imaginary cold sweat from his face, and felt a bit apprehensive.

"When did such a terrifying old demon remain in this realm!

"Ancestor spoke of treasure here, but there’s no treasure, maybe just the King of the Underworld?

If this old demon discovers my true form, it would be terrible, better to flee, this place is not suitable for long stays!"

With that thought, he could no longer be bothered with collecting wealth; he shed the ceremonial attire, recited a spell, and a gleam appeared before the altar, pulling out a skinny, old demon in underwear, who then turned into a flash of light and vanished.

The skinny old demon, adorned with tattoos and disheveled hair, slowly regained consciousness, looking around bewildered, remembering only that he had hosted a young Demon Race member before drowsing off.

He was somewhat unclear about the situation.

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Meanwhile, Zhang Jian noticed the peculiar gaze continuing to follow him; after a hundred steps it completely vanished, a scenario which Zhang Jian found bizarre.

Unable to trace it, after confirming it was not due to exposure of his identity, Zhang Jian continued wandering while searching for the Demon Monarch’s place of slumber.

Currently, Moyun City was teeming with demons from all over, presenting Zhang Jian a fine opportunity to go unnoticed.

His aim was to find the Demon Monarch’s resting place before awakening and deal with him.

Currently, in the Three Holy Countries, the most esteemed Demon Master had fallen, and only two ancient Demon Generals were left in command.

One was called the Vine Dragon Demon General, and the other, Jiu Ying Demon General.

Jiu Ying held the highest rank, rumored to be among the most outstanding Demon Kings after the Three Saints Ancestor, just a step away from fortune, barely missing the Demon Monarch position, thereafter always assisting successive Demon Monarchs.

Zhang Jian soon traversed most of Three Saints City.

The city was vast, with various zones, even containing ordinary pleasure and brothel-like venues, with many demons, including some Great Demons, frequenting them.

The Spring Breeze and Fine Rain Tower, in contrast, was more grand and luxurious than such mundane places, filled with demons adept at yin-yang balancing.

Fox Demons, Snake Demons, Mountain Demons, and many Spirit Monsters gathered here.

Just then, a voice sounded beside Zhang Jian’s ear.

"Where is Brother Wang from, hesitating here, why not come in and have a seat?"

Zhang Jian’s gaze followed to see a figure dressed in cyan, strikingly handsome, having unknowingly come to his side; this cyan-clad Demon Cultivator had a smile on his face.

Zhang Jian noticed a jade pendant on her waist, holding a jade flute, with some surprise in her eyes.

He casually remarked.

"Not interested!"

Hearing this, the cyan figure smiled.

"This Spring Breeze and Fine Rain Tower is not simple, it’s famous across the barbaric regions, with females from various races, including Witches from the Human Race’s Yin Yang Demon Sect, you name it, they have it."

Zhang Jian remained calm, merely saying.

"Hmm, alas, I’m not into that! I see your energy is pure; perhaps you stand apart from other Demon Races, just watching the fun here?"

The cyan-clad Demon Cultivator’s long phoenix eyes lit up, then responded.

"You have keen eyes! May I ask where your dwelling is, and how should I address you?"

She hesitated slightly, then clasped her hands in greeting.

However, Zhang Jian didn’t intend to entangle with her. He discerned at a glance that this cyan-clad Demon Cultivator was an Outer World Demon God, possessing considerable Dao practice, although not very old, with a very primitive, powerful energy gaia being at her bloodline’s core.

Zhang Jian was not intrigued by her.

Because she embodied a very orthodox Immortal Dao Technique.

Presumably originating from a proper Immortal Dao lineage.

The immortals, when subduing Outer Demon Gods, are selective, not acting indiscriminately, an entity like this is not worth the trouble.

Eliminating her might yield some benefit but definitely more hassle.

Zhang Jian intended to leave, yet the cyan-clad Demon Cultivator wasn’t ready to let him go.

The cyan-clad Demon Cultivator, with an unusual background and strong innate spiritual sense, inexplicably found Zhang Jian’s presence intriguing, hinting he exuded an incredibly pleasant aura, sparking her interest.

At this moment, she was secretly using a Secret Technique to probe Zhang Jian’s illusion and reality, astonishing her greatly as Zhang Jian appeared to be merely a ’Foundation Establishment Stage’ demon cultivator?