She used her innate divine techniques for innate spiritual mechanism sensing several times, but the other party seemed to be just an extremely ordinary ’demon cultivator’, possibly only having practiced for several hundred years.
As this thought emerged, she couldn’t help but feel the urge to act decisively.
Just as she was thinking of ’acting decisively’, she instantly discovered that Zhang Jian had disappeared into the vast sea of people.
"Gone?"
A ’Foundation Establishment Stage’ demon cultivator actually vanished before her, a True Immortal’s eyes?
This couldn’t help but make her eyes freeze in surprise.
"Dare to play tricks on me?"
A trace of anger appeared on her delicate face, but even as she widened her eyes to survey the surroundings, she didn’t detect any trace of Zhang Jian.
With a hateful expression, she secretly vowed to find this ’little demon’ who was toying with her!
Zhang Jian’s form, however, appeared in front of a Demon Emperor Temple.
The Demon Emperor Temple enshrined several demon emperors born in the Barbaric Region, and incense offerings here were quite plentiful.
Zhang Jian glanced around, contemplating inwardly.
"Here at Moyun Ridge, all kinds of demon creatures gather, but what wind have these Outer World Demon Gods caught that they are all heading to Three Saints City? Is something big going to happen here that others don’t know about?"
Zhang Jian’s eyes fluctuated.
At this moment, Zhang Jian felt a movement in his heart.
That special feeling of being ’observed’ appeared in his heart again, and his eyes surveyed the surroundings, his gaze peculiar.
"I want to see what kind of thing you are?"
The nine-colored divine light slowly emerged around him, enveloping the surrounding area, and in an instant, his figure vanished.
...
"Three hundred years have passed, and still no one can see me. If this continues, I’m going to go crazy!"
In front of the Demon Emperor Temple, a formless figure floated in mid-air, sitting atop the temple roof, with nothing but a sense of weariness in his eyes.
His face seemed like that of a young man, looking into his eyes now full of calluses.
Yet in his gaze, there was some numbness and daze.
Shi Rui was originally a human.
He lived in a picturesque little village in Qingli Province, and one day, while setting traps up the mountain, he encountered an old demon and was captured into a demon cave.
It was the lair of a mountain demon ghost.
Fortunately, he was not destined to become food for the demon ghost; instead, he was offered as tribute during a ritual and sent to Three Saints City.
Originally, after the ritual, he was to be slaughtered as meat for the Demon Race, but three hundred years ago, the Demon Race’s High Priest guarding Three Saints Hall heard he was the son of a carpenter and possessed skillful carving abilities and took him in to repair the Three Saints Hall’s Three Saint Ancestor Dharma Aspect.
But he was just an ordinary carpenter; how could he repair the Three Saints’ Golden Body Dharma Aspect?
He thought he was doomed!
If he failed to repair the Golden Body, he would surely be devoured by the supervising demons, but unexpectedly, he died in an earthquake, crushed by the collapsed Three Saints Dharma Aspect.
Moreover, after his death, his soul and body were ’devoured’ by a peculiar bead, transforming into this strange state.
After becoming invisible and formless, he discovered that the nearby demon creatures couldn’t perceive him, including that fierce Demon Race High Priest.
This formless figure behind him once entered the central Three Saints Palace, but there the Demon King, Demon God, and even two Demon Generals failed to detect his gaze.
At first, he found it novel, but after three hundred years, only endless boredom remained; he had witnessed countless life and death, separations.
A large batch of demon races had been replaced within Three Saints City.
Such longevity made living worse than death.