Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 813 - 412: Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm After Three Years, Three Billion People

Three years passed in a flash.

While Jiang Fan remained in secluded Cultivation, the landscape of the Western Continent underwent a series of cataclysmic shifts.

Ever since he plundered the treasuries belonging to the four Divinity Transformation races, their failed siege against the Silver Moon Wolf Race and others had triggered a cascade of heavy losses. Consequently, their influence waned, and the region descended into a state of increasing turmoil.

The Celestial Roc Race and various other Tier Five races were left on edge. Convinced that several hidden Divinity Transformation Cultivators were lurking within the Western Continent, they opted to contract their territories to avoid falling victim to further ambushes.

This power vacuum provided a much-needed reprieve for many of the smaller, weaker races.

In the meantime, the various avatars of Jiang Fan seized the moment to strike at the human breeding grounds scattered across the Western Continent.

Within a matter of days, these facilities were dismantled. Every human held within was liberated and transported back to the safety of the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm.

As a result, the Human Race vanished entirely from the face of the Western Continent.

Though many demon races eventually noticed this disappearance, they found themselves powerless to act. Occupied with their own survival amidst the chaos, they simply could not be bothered by the total exit of humanity.

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Beyond ordinary humans, Jiang Fan also targeted certain demon races that had shown kindness or utility to humanity.

Among those captured was Hua Qinghe, a Tier Three Flower Demon.

Apart from those already residing in the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm, many Flower Demons were still distributed across various locations.

They were renowned throughout the Western Continent as expert Spirit Plant Cultivators.

Countless races sought the expertise of the Flower Demons to cultivate their Spirit Medicine gardens.

In the eyes of the world, they were a highly prized and valuable race.

"How can this be? How could a simple human be so incredibly powerful?"

"What is happening?"

Hua Qinghe was utterly dazed.

One moment, it had been diligently tending to a medicinal garden; the next, a mysterious human cultivator had descended from the heavens. The garden’s demon guards were cut down in an instant.

The Flower Demons were then seized and whisked away to this strange, unknown location.

Even now, Hua Qinghe remained in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the sequence of events.

Under normal circumstances, humans were supposed to be extinct on the Western Continent.

Where could such a terrifying human cultivator have possibly come from?

"Hua Qinghe, it has been many years. I never expected our paths to cross again under these circumstances. I hope you have been well."

The speaker was none other than the leader of the Flower Demon Clan, Hua Wannian.

Since joining the Primordial Talisman Sect years ago, its Cultivation had progressed at a remarkable pace, allowing it to ascend to Tier Four.

It was now a Tier Four Flower Demon.

"Hua Wannian? You... you are still alive?"

"The rumors said you were captured by enemies, that you had perished and disappeared!"

"Wait—when did you manage to reach Tier Four?"

Hua Qinghe stared at the suddenly appearing Hua Wannian in disbelief, finding the situation nearly impossible to grasp.

While the Flower Demon Clan enjoyed lifespans far exceeding those of other races, the trade-off was the immense difficulty they faced in breaking through their Cultivation ranks.

It was common for them to remain stuck at a bottleneck until the day they died.

Each advancement required a monumental stroke of luck or opportunity.

Hua Qinghe knew Hua Wannian well; their talent and progress had once been equal. Yet, while Hua Qinghe remained trapped at Tier Three with no hope of progress, its old acquaintance had returned.

This individual, who had been gone for some time, had returned as a Tier Four Flower Demon—a feat beyond its wildest dreams.

Had it not been standing right there, Hua Qinghe would have dismissed such a claim as an absurdity.

"I reached Tier Four quite some time ago," Hua Wannian replied with a faint, proud smile.

In truth, it had never expected to achieve such a rank. The breakthrough was entirely thanks to the Lord Sect Master, who had bestowed a single drop of a mysterious Spiritual Liquid.

After consuming it, the Tier Four bottleneck had simply vanished, allowing for an effortless advancement.

Furthermore, it wasn't just the leader; many other clansmen had also seen their levels rise.

The Flower Demon Clan had reached a peak of power never seen before in its history.

"You have sided with the Human Race?!"

"Was your breakthrough to Tier Four a gift from the humans?"

Hua Qinghe was sharp and connected the dots immediately.

Given that this was human territory, Hua Wannian’s presence here clearly indicated a deep alliance with them.

"You are as perceptive as ever," Hua Wannian admitted with a nod. There was no point in being secretive, as the truth would be revealed soon enough.

The goal of this visit was to persuade its fellow clansman and ensure it did not act recklessly.

After all, the population of the Flower Demon Clan was small.

The loss of even a single member was a tragedy they could ill afford.

"But why ally with humans?"

"You know how fragile the Human Race is."

"If the other races discover their existence, it will mean total disaster for them."

Hua Qinghe was baffled. It could understand surrendering to a Tier Five race, but submitting to the weak Human Race seemed like madness.

It was a choice that defied all logic.

"Why should they find out? We simply ensure they don't."

"Currently, the Human Race is hidden away within a Secret Realm World."

"Even the Celestial Roc Race and the other Divinity Transformation powers are incapable of locating their domain."

"Besides, the Human Race is not the weakling you imagine them to be."

"As of now, they are already a formidable Tier Four Race."

"Given enough time, surpassing the Celestial Roc Race will be a simple matter for them."

Hua Wannian smiled confidently. Having been a part of the Primordial Talisman Sect for so long, its faith in the sect was absolute.