The Rot Demon Lord cheerfully looked at Fan Wubing,

"Blood Demon Lord, you’re not playing fair. On my way here, I was wondering which great power subdued my children with just a wave of the hand, and it turned out to be you. Please give me an explanation."

Fan Wubing didn’t answer and carelessly asked, "Weren’t you heading to the Taiyin Continent to settle scores with the Thousand Mechanism Sect?"

The Rot Demon Lord hooked her right foot around a vine, straightening her left foot on top, gently swaying. Decay on other Corrosive Demon Cultivators was an unpleasant filth, but on her, it was beautiful and serene. However, the most beautiful often were the most dangerous. Just seeing her, Fan Wubing was convinced that relying solely on the will of the "My Dao" was not enough to fend her off.

"Just as I was about to depart, I ran into this situation, how could I be in the mood?" She was amidst flowers, enchanting and charming. She herself was the flowerbed.

Explaining things to a Demon Cultivator, the more reasonable you are, the less reasonable it becomes.

So, with an indifferent look, Fan Wubing responded, "I was just sleeping on that tree. Your children disturbed me. I’m sorry, I tend to have quite a temper when woken up."

The Rot Demon Lord half-closed her eyes, "Blood Demon Lord, do you really know what you’re doing?"

"If I knew, would I still be a Demon Cultivator?"

The Rot Demon Lord giggled, "Indeed. Then I must thank the Blood Demon Lord for sparing their lives." She raised her right hand, like picking a flower, and with a gentle pluck in the air, the Corrosive Demon Cultivators who were frozen by a trace of Sword Intent turned into flowers, returning to her side to slowly wreath around her.

Then, she smiled and said to Fan Wubing:

"Blood Demon Lord, the world is too big for you to take care of everything. Moreover, this world isn’t worth your sacrifice. Just live freely and indulgently like this. Don’t shoulder any meaningless, empty morals."

She picked a flower from her chest and handed it to Fan Wubing, "Here, a gift for you."

Regardless of whether Fan Wubing accepted it or not, she lingered in the air, then floated away.

Fan Wubing recognized this flower, known as the Yingxue Flower.

It was usually exchanged between friends and comrades.

It symbolized:

A warning.

Fan Wubing’s expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand to crush the flower and then left.

He thought to himself, "I’m not comrades with you."

He possessed both the identity of the righteous path and the demon path.

But he was neither of the righteous path nor the demon path.

Labels, identities, morals, thoughts... all kinds of carefully crafted attributes classify people into different types. Living within these attributes, one will never find their own Great Dao. Just like cultivators naturally assume that choosing a Dao with the backing of a Terminal Daoist would make passing tribulations easier.

Fan Wubing had no intention of changing others; he merely practiced not being changed.

It’s difficult,

so it requires constant effort.

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["Lord of the Multitudes": Satiety 0.06%]

["Bone of the Ages": Satiety 0.06%]

Even though the increase in satiety is slow, as long as it increases, there is hope. People always anticipate seeing change, no matter how slight, for anything is better than stagnation.

Fan Wubing didn’t wait long; after leaving a trace to explain, he floated towards the Rain Dragon Continent.

According to Fu Manman and Gu Lan’s capabilities, rushing from Taiping Continent to Divine Wood Continent would take at least two days, not as effortlessly as he could. After all, the span of the Dragon Walk depends on his Blood Bar. One day, stepping across the world in a single stride wouldn’t be a dream.

However, he preferred the Cosmic Dao which allows traversing space just by lifting a leg.

The Rain Dragon Continent was somewhat far from Divine Wood Continent, requiring one to pass through an extensive thunderous sea. Otherwise, one would have to take a long detour, heading north to Chaotian Continent, then east through a Celestial Ladder in Yun Province.

Such a journey, even with his capabilities, would take at least ten days or half a month.

Considering the time, Fan Wubing decided to cross the thunderous sea directly.

Half a day later, he reached the edge of the thunderous sea.

The thunderous sea could truly be called a no-man’s-land. Here, thunder roared year-round, and intriguingly, the thunder didn’t descend from the sky but surged from the sea, shooting up towards the sky, hence it was also known as Heaven-shaking Thunder Sea.

Fan Wubing didn’t rashly enter and began observing carefully at the edge.

He released a thread of Divine Sense, cautiously merging into it. This thread was extremely weak and concealed, theoretically undetectable even by ordinary Tribulation Immortals. But as soon as it entered, howling thunders locked onto it. It was like a sheep entering a wolf’s den; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet... all sorts of thunder power instantly tore his Divine Sense apart.

"So powerful! No wonder it’s a no-man’s-land." Fan Wubing was shocked. Even a Tribulation Immortal, if suddenly entering unprepared, would likely struggle to escape unscathed. "Is there really such a place in the world? It seems my knowledge is still lacking."

Fan Wubing then released a Dragon Thousand Body into the domain of the Heaven-shaking Thunder Sea.

As soon as it went in, different colored thunder lights were absorbed into the clone. They recklessly shredded flesh and vital energy, the clone’s Blood Bar dropping precipitously visible to the naked eye. He hurriedly enhanced the clone with various gains to increase the recovery effect until it matched the bleeding speed.

After testing the thunder’s intensity, Fan Wubing had a rough idea and then summoned a Giant Dragon Dharma, controlling the size to about ten zhang, and plunged fiercely into the domain of the Heaven-shaking Thunder Sea.

The boiling sea erupted with the sound of thunder. Incredibly dense thunders formed chain-like shapes. Fan Wubing noticed they were evidently prepared, specifically targeting him, intending to ensnare him.