Chapter 12: Great News

If he could break through to the Quasi-Saint realm, competing with Yu Qiang would not be impossible.

Having such an opponent could also force him to exert his full strength, which is not a bad thing.

"Hope so. I won't be coming back soon; I'll see you again in a hundred years. If you're well, I'll come mooch your barbecue." Hou Tu said.

"Alright, I'll wait." Zhou Yi replied with a smile.

The two watched Hou Tu and Yu Qiang rise on clouds and depart, their figures gradually disappearing at the horizon.

Meanwhile, inside the Chaos Purple Azure Palace, the Three Pure Ones, the Two Western Saints, and Nüwa emerged with angry expressions.

Patriarch Hongjun had just issued a strict order, telling them to behave themselves.

A mysterious world is approaching the Vast Wilderness World; Hongjun ordered them to take turns monitoring it.

Moreover, the Wu-Demon war is not yet over; they must not arbitrarily interfere in Vast Wilderness affairs.

Taishang Laojun and Nüwa lost face before the Human Race, and now being bound, they feel resentful inside.

"Junior Sister Nüwa, the teacher only said we must not act directly in the Vast Wilderness, but did not say we cannot intervene in other forces. Don't forget your identity." Taishang Laojun looked at Nüwa.

Yao Yan continued staring at the place where Hou Tu and Yu Qiang had left, pondering something in his heart.

On the other side, Zhou Yi swiftly tidied up the fire disturbed by the battle.

"Everyone, hurry up and tidy your own fires; we'll continue setting up camp here." Zhou Yi shouted to the clansmen behind him.

"Okay." The clansmen replied in unison, moving quickly, beginning to tidy this somewhat chaotic campsite.

This place is full of dangers; at night, beast roars often come, making people terrified.

But as long as Zhou Yi and Yao Yan are present, the clansmen feel especially reassured; they are like two massive stones in this Vast Wilderness World, steadying everyone's hearts.

"Look at this." Zhou Yi handed Yao Yan a manual.

Yao Yan took the manual and immediately began reading it seriously.

The Demon Race's manuals are truly special; the most powerful is the ability to beastify. Practitioners grow meridians only demon beasts possess in their bodies; when they cultivate, they can turn into demon beasts' forms.

This manual, the "White Ze Secret," is extremely powerful, left by one of the top ten Demon Marshals, White Ze, who is a Quasi-Saint-level expert.

However, Zhou Yi only obtained the first half, possibly a reward given to a subordinate by someone else. But for Yao Yan, this is already priceless.

Yao Yan pondered, planning to redesign a set of manuals based on the human body's natural meridians.

With this foundation, he selected the most crucial Burning Secret from a pile of manuals, intending to combine it with the White Ze Secret for trial.

But upon trying, he discovered a multitude of problems.

The sensation of spiritual power flowing in the meridians is completely different from qi, and controlling it requires extreme precision.

There is too much to change; he instantly entered a wondrous state, feeling that everything around him had nothing to do with him, his whole mind immersed in studying the manual.

Seeing Yao Yan so focused, Zhou Yi dared not disturb him; he knew he could not help at this moment and could only wait.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, only the wind and the clansmen tidying the campsite could be heard.

At that moment, a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, astonishingly fast, accompanied by a whooshing wind sound.

Upon seeing Zhou Yi, that person suddenly turned and flew toward this side.

Zhou Yi instantly became alert, spiritual power surged within his body, preparing for battle.

But just as he was about to act, he heard an urgent shout: "May I ask, are you Zhou Yi, the Human Ancestor?"

Upon hearing it was a Human Race voice, Zhou Yi relaxed slightly in his heart and loudly replied: "I am Zhou Yi; who are you?"

"Great, finally found you. I am sent by the Human Ancestor Sui Huang, specifically to find you." That person said anxiously.

Zhou Yi's heart stirred: "Sui Huang?"

That person landed, respectfully bowing: "Thanks to your heavily wounding the Saint, the Demon Race halted its slaughter of the Human Race. We want to know your next plans."

Zhou Yi carefully examined the opponent; although this person is at the Mysterious Immortal realm, among the Human Race he is already a top expert: "How many do you have on your side?"

"Two million."

Hearing this number, a flicker of delight flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes. This truly is great news!

Numerous clansmen mean countless hopes.

Once the Wu-Demon war ends, the Human Race will become the protagonist of heaven and earth, and then the Saints' true calculations will just begin.

Zhou Yi understood in his heart: before the Wu-Demon war, he must make all preparations to welcome the impending great storms.

"How far are you from here now?" Zhou Yi asked.

"I flew with all my strength for seven days." That person replied.

Zhou Yi calculated in his mind; although the distance is a bit far, it is still acceptable.

This place is not far from Mount Buzhou, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one path for entry and exit, truly a good hiding spot.

The valley is densely wooded, food and drink are abundant; even if two million people moved here, they could be sustained.

"Go quickly tell them to move over." Zhou Yi said decisively.

That person froze for a moment, worry showing on his face: "Shouldn't the Human Race leave this place quickly? You previously caused quite a stir."

"There will be no such trouble again; let them move over. We will take root here and make this our home." Zhou Yi said.

Zhou Yi carefully examined the valley; the terrain is perilous, aside from the sky, only this small path can enter. Later, if defenses are built, this place will be like copper walls and iron bars, making intrusion difficult.

After the Wu-Demon war, the Demon Race mainly deals with the Wu Clan; the Human Race can seize the opportunity to catch a breath.

As long as Yao Yan can find a suitable cultivation method for the Human Race, everyone working together will surely enable the Human Race to grow strong.

Zhou Yi secretly rejoiced in his heart; he has already established relations with the Wu Clan's Hou Tu and Yu Qiang.

In the Wu-Demon war, both sides will surely suffer losses; then he will take the opportunity to shelter more Wu Clan members, strengthening his own forces.

At that moment, flames suddenly burst from Yao Yan's body, like little elves jumping wildly, his clothes blown up by the wind.

The temperature instantly rose; everyone frightened scattered and fled.

Immediately afterward, a huge red shadow appeared behind Yao Yan.

In the valley, that shadow raised its head and roared loudly, the sound like thunder, echoing between the mountains, rushing straight to the clouds, making people's hearts tremble.

"Done?" a few heads cautiously poked out from the crowd, all staring at Yao Yan.

Nobody dared to breathe loudly, as if even breathing was superfluous at this moment. In their eyes, Yao Yan was a second Zhou Yi, the guardian deity of the Human Race.

"The Human Ancestor's efforts weren't in vain; this cultivation method is basically perfected." Yao Yan clasped his hands, his tone calm but with a hint of depth.

"You managed to improve the cultivation method in just a day—truly impressive." Zhou Yi praised, his eyes full of admiration.

But upon hearing this, Yao Yan furrowed his brows.

The technique was initially formed, yet far from perfect.

Yao Yan clenched his fists and said regretfully, "I've only deduced it up to the Mysterious Immortal realm; I always feel something is missing."

Zhou Yi, however, laughed heartily, waved his hand to indicate no need to worry, then pointed toward the ragged, trembling tribespeople behind him.