Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

These words immediately garnered a chorus of agreement.

Kongchan merely smiled and shook his head, fiddling with the prayer beads even faster.

”You said it yourself, it’s ’by then’. Isn’t it true that it’s not yet that time? Besides, you have not experienced the ancient Human-Demon War; you do not know the holy land’s fearsome reputation. It’s not as easily provoked as that.”

The demons were at a loss, finding it somewhat absurd.

The holy land is indeed strong, and they suffered heavy losses when attacking the Yuan Mo Sect back then.

Even with two hundred years of recuperation and growth within the sealed Beiji Yemo Tian, they haven’t regained even half of their peak strength, leading to a slow step-by-step approach in reclaiming old lands.

But in the end, they did defeat the Yuan Mo Sect!

So how strong could the Tianyuan Daoist Sect, which shares the same name, really be?

Yet, reflecting on the reverence Kongchan showed, as well as Fu Chaosheng, who is only in the Nascent Soul Early Stage, but using the holy land’s name to boast in their presence, both their attitudes seem to explain everything.

The Daoist Sect’s renown makes even the late stage Nascent Soul Kongchan hesitate to act rashly, having to resort to words instead.

”Sigh, let’s hope the Tianyuan Daoist Sect keeps to their internal agreements among the Human Clan and doesn’t interfere with the affairs of outer states, granting our North Sea Demon Race enough time!”

Kongchan lowered his brow, fiddling with the beads, his expression compassionate.

The demons came to a realization; no wonder they were ordered not to attack Divine Yuan City, and no wonder the two Ancient Demons above instructed them not to provoke the Tianyuan Dao Sect members lightly; the true purpose lies here!

Not to provoke the Daoist Sect, to prevent them from waging war on the North Sea.

Thus, giving the North Sea Demon Race more time to reclaim old lands and establish a genuine Demon Holy Land!

Among the five great demon cultivators, a handsome and dignified man now glared hatefully at the figure on the tower of the Sword Halberd Ship.

”Consider yourself lucky!”

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Luo Chen leaned on the railing, with Black King perched on his shoulder.

”Master, Jiao Emperor Liu Jun is also ahead; he seems to have sensed my presence.”