A thousand miles away, a mighty river surged, blocking Wang Wu's path.

It had been three days now. His progress was not fast, but he maintained the concealing at Level 18 the whole time.

The Companion Demon Vine had long licked clean the bloodstains from his body, and along with the cover of the Hundred-Change Ruyi Demon Leaf, the effect was still quite good. In any case, Wang Wu wasn't worried about being tracked down.

At this moment, he stood at the riverbank, and it was immediately apparent that this river was likely owned by a Demon King here, not a Fifth-Grade Little Demon King like Snake Flower, but a Fourth-Grade Demon King.

Because occasionally, he could see groups of patrolling River Patrol Water Demons in the river, arrogant in their manner, boasting considerable strength, even commanding the birds flying by in the sky for various inspections.

So, had Lv Dongyang's death finally stirred up trouble?

Wang Wu thought to himself, glancing at the sky to check the time before returning to his original path, hiding in a dense forest. Dawn was approaching, and now, in the height of summer, when the sun rose, the Spirit Essence would scatter, and he would be exposed immediately.

He had no desire to witness the miracle created by Level 11 Spirit Essence. Truly, it would definitely attract the Human Race's Celestial Realm Great Cultivators.

Once hidden, Wang Wu immediately began practicing the Inner Breathing Technique, coupled with the dual cultivation of Ice and Fire Dual Spirit Roots. That was his routine practice; he was running the Ice and Fire Dual Spirit Roots even while walking. As the Human Race says, "Diligence makes up for inadequacy," and another saying, "The clumsy bird flies first."

This time, he was ready to stay dormant for thirty years. Is cultivating an Intermediate Spirit Root to a High-Level Spirit Root not satisfying?

Soon, a shower of golden Spirit Essence fell across the sky, filling it with brilliance.

This was a moment of celebration for all Demon Spirit Monsters.

However, at this moment, Wang Wu sensed a stir; his Danger Perception at Level 17 + Level 11 Spirit Essence sharply captured something unusual.

Initially, he had no intention of paying attention to it, but after a few seconds, he changed his mind, cautiously peering out to gaze at a point of golden light over a hundred miles away.

This speck of golden light was difficult to notice amid the sky full of Spirit Essence.

But it couldn't escape Wang Wu's perception, especially since he had seen such a thing before.

"It's the Celestial Observation Compass! Human Race Cultivators? These people are really daring; however, it makes sense, as the Centipede Ridge area should be a hotspot for infiltration by Human Race Cultivators."

"Perhaps it's also a hunt for me! Many Human Race Cultivators are likely to be outraged and indignant about this, and Yunfu Trading Company might even issue a wanted notice."

Wang Wu chuckled softly, retracting back without paying attention to it.

Low-key dormancy is the most elegant composure.

Soon, as the sun rose, the golden light from the Spirit Essence faded, and only then did Wang Wu step out from the shadows, slipping silently into the river in front of the patrolling River Patrol Water Demons' faces.

However, when he reached the middle of the river, feelings of unease suddenly spread in his heart. Without hesitation, he activated the Concealing Demon Pill, elevating his Passive Concealment to Level 20, directly sinking to the riverbed, merging into the silt at the bottom, diving nearly two kilometers deep until reaching an underground crevice where he ceased his descent.

Although he did not know what had happened at this moment, his Danger Perception at Level 17 would not lie.

And just as Wang Wu dove downwards for over a thousand meters, figures stood atop a mountain peak on the east bank of the river.

The leader was a stunning woman in white, naturally alluring and unmatched in beauty, with a wolf's head embroidered on her white cloak. She used to be the General Xuelang of the Great Snow Mountain, and her injuries were evidently healed.

Beside her stood a man in black, eyes as sharp as a hawk, scanning the entire river.

The third person was an elder in blue, tall and imposing, exuding an aura as fierce as a tiger.

The last was a withered old man, the least of the four, standing obediently in the distance like a servant. However, he was actually the Demon King of the 800-mile stretch of this river.

"Fei Ying, I really have to thank you for this."

General Xuelang spoke calmly.

The man in black chuckled, "No need to be polite with me, Sister Wolf. I also received the information from the Human Race side, hearing they lost a yellow-robed steward with a very esteemed identity and considerable backing, alleged to have been killed by a Barbaric Ancient Bear. As a result, a huge reward has been offered, and within a 5000-mile radius of Centipede Ridge, the place is crawling with Human Race hunters. It's really frustrating just thinking about it."

"So I figured, why not try to rescue this little bear cub? After all, it's the Ancient Bear King's only remaining offspring! But I didn't expect this little bear cub to be your enemy. There's nothing I can do; the Ancient Bear Race is the most intractable, stubborn to the bone, and if this little bear cub matures, it would surely annihilate your entire clan."

"Therefore, it's better to stand by your friends than reason! Howl, what do you say? Remember when the three of us used to train together in the Black Forest? Surely you haven't forgotten that bond."

The man in black said with a playful smile, but his gaze turned to the tall elder in blue, who turned out to be Tiger Roar, father of Tiger Vanguard!

But after a few seconds of silence, Tiger Roar spoke of another matter.

"My unruly son recently returned from the Black Forest with abundant harvests and has now advanced to Fifth Grade. I plan to set up a business for him 3000 miles south of Heavenly Dao Mountain, to let him establish a kingdom. Establishing a family is something our Demon Race values greatly. However, the boy is incredibly headstrong, and despite choosing several hundred suitable girls from the clan for him, none caught his eye, except for General Xuelang's only daughter, Bu Er."

"General Xuelang, we old guys see that advancing to Second Grade is unattainable, and all we want is to take care of our families in the time we have left. I think the two of our clans could join forces for millennia. My son Vanguard wishes to marry Bu Er! What do you think?"

Hearing this, a flash of shrewd light appeared in General Xuelang's eyes. This old fox was truly detestable!

However, Tiger Roar, favored by the Mad Tiger King as an esteemed son, held significant sway at Heavenly Dao Mountain and across the Centipede Ridge area. The union of the two clans would indeed be formidable.

That said, it might come at the expense of the daughter's happiness.

The one it loved was Xiong Shiliu.

However, compared to the survival of the family, its desires are insignificant, especially since it caused the trouble, it must bear the consequences.

Really, at first, it really thought that little bear cub was dead. It had nearly forgotten about it over the three years, until the incident of a Yellow-robed Steward of the Human Race's Yunfu Trading Company being brutally killed was reported, and it immediately realized that this was Xiong Wu, the true descendant of the Ancient Bear King!

Three years ago, it was just a little bear cub of Eighth Grade, and yet it could elude an existence like Elder Song, escaping from an impossible predicament.

Three years later, it could manage to kill a Human Race Fifth-Grade Cultivator.

Give it several decades, maybe a century, and it would unquestionably become another powerful Ancient Bear King.

What then?

Even the Human Race emphasizes avenging a grudge, let alone the Demon Race, which always retaliates. The Snow Wolf Race would surely face annihilation, so there's no choice but to kill it, even if it means violating the great duty of the West Desolate Demon Race!

"Good! When that little bear cub is captured, it will be Bu Er's wedding day." General Xuelang relented, needing Tiger Roar's assistance.

"No, no, no, Bu Er should marry on an auspicious day. Three days from now is a good day, General Xuelang, General Fei Ying. I don't care whether or not we can capture that little bear cub, but since I've put effort into sealing off all the exits of Centipede Ridge, there must be gains, not a settlement afterward."

Tiger Roar insisted on its view: benefits should be secured first, and decisions finalized.

As for anything else, it couldn't care less.

In truth, it didn't care whether that little bear cub could be caught. It even thought it was impossible to catch it, but what of it, the internal conflict and struggle within the West Desolate Demon Race have existed for a long time.

Apart from its own family, who else cares anyway!

It too was once a passionate young demon, once favored, rumored to have the potential to become a future Demon Emperor. In those days, when it entered the Black Forest as a group of young Ancient Blood Demon Race, they were full of vigor and pride but ended up just becoming a local Demon King.

The Human Race is terrifyingly powerful, the West Desolate Demon Race is done for, and that's a truth everyone understands.

If it weren't for the Great Ape King and the Mad Tiger King pressing them down, even Tiger Roar would want to become a Spirit Beast.

While ordinary Spirit Beasts indeed risk being discarded, human cultivators would rather it guard their mountain gates as a spirit beast, given it's an Ancient Blood Great Demon of hundreds of years.

At this moment, General Xuelang glared at Tiger Roar, genuinely wishing to claw at its brain.

The camaraderie they once had while fighting side by side in the Black Forest during their youth, and their friendship spanning hundreds of years meant nothing, right?

"Tiger Roar, don't push your luck!"

"I'm just being realistic!" Tiger Roar sneered, unmoving.

After a while, General Xuelang seemed to make a decision, "I won't let my daughter repeat my past mistakes! If that bear cub seeks revenge in the future, I'll accompany it to the end, but for now, I'm stepping back! Don't think I don't know that the Human Race asked you for help."

"Being lackeys for the Human Race, you better be prepared for the consequences!"

After speaking, General Xuelang left with a flick of its sleeve, ignoring even Fei Ying's persuasion.

"Roar, you went too far, we were so close to succeeding." Fei Ying complained to Tiger Roar.

But Tiger Roar glared at Fei Ying and coldly said, "How much did the Human Race offer you? To make you work so hard!"

"Ah, well, initially I really wanted to help the little bear cub... Okay, not much, just twelve Fourth Grade Mirror-Breaking Celestial Spirit Pills. We all know it's impossible to find it; we've experienced the Wild Bear's Stealth Talent before. So why not take advantage of free benefits? With this, nurturing twelve Fourth-Grade trusted aides isn't bad, right?"

Fei Ying chuckled weirdly. Let the Human Race infiltrate the West Wilderness and develop the Black Forest if they wish; Grandpa Tree is not to be trifled with.

Yet, they had their calculations.

The big picture is that the West Desolate Demon Race is beyond saving.

So it's better to develop one's own family independently or form alliances between several powerful clans and build fortress arrays based on geographical advantages, ensuring impregnable defense. With subsequent generations excelling, they would become a tough stone requiring the Human Race to pay multiple times the price to attack, so cooperation makes more sense.

Cooperation benefits both; otherwise, it ends in a stalemate.

This is the prevailing thought among the Ancient Blood Demon Race in the West Wilderness today.

"I want eight!"

Tiger Roar opened his mouth wide like a lion.

"Alas! Roar, you!" Fei Ying wore a wry smile but agreed; everyone knew each other's capabilities deep down, so there was no need for pretense.

"I heard Xuelang wants to move their entire clan to the South Wilderness?" Tiger Roar casually mentioned.

Fei Ying was startled, but its expression remained unchanged. The two demons chuckled without mentioning it again.

But the South Wilderness is not the West Wilderness; there are two Demon Emperors there...

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