Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 890 - 447: Turning Point of Fate, Heaven and Earth Spirit Plants

In the Lingxu Realm's Demon Domain, upon Demon Wolf Mountain.

Here lurks one of the territories claimed by the savage Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves.

Meanwhile, the region features an expansive chain of mountains, peaks rising without end, resulting in highly intricate landscapes.

Zhu Ming serves as the leader of Green Willow Village's hunting squad.

On this outing, he guided a sizable team of hunters into the wilds to track down demons.

Yet, they never anticipated facing a ferocious assault from a horde of Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves.

Despite his own Foundation Establishment level of cultivation, Zhu Ming finds himself overwhelmed against this overwhelming swarm of Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves.

"How could there be so many Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves?"

Zhu Ming's expression turned exceedingly somber.

He never imagined such misfortune striking during this hunting expedition.

He had taken utmost care, steering clear of zones teeming with hordes of demons.

Yet, these beasts still zeroed in on them, unleashing hundreds in a relentless wave.

It felt like fate itself conspired against their survival.

"Brother Zhu, what do we do now?"

The other hunters wore pale, desperate faces too, their power limited to the Qi Cultivation Stage.

Against these brutal Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves, they stood no chance whatsoever.

One clash alone would probably leave them slaughtered brutally by the fiends.

Truth be told, this venture into the wilds stemmed from dire need.

As Green Willow Village's numbers swelled, supplies inside grew perilously thin.

To feed the swelling crowd, risking demon hunts beyond the walls became unavoidable.

Alas, destiny appeared set on dooming them all.

"I'll hold them off from behind—run for your lives back to the village."

"We can't let the whole team perish out here."

Zhu Ming drew in a steadying breath.

Naturally, death held no appeal for him, yet without his stand, none here would escape with their lives.

Thus, this sacrifice became his only path.

At minimum, survivors could carry word back to the rest.

Boom~~

Right as Zhu Ming opened his mouth to speak further, a figure materialized high overhead.

The instant after, a colossal hand plunged from above, woven from boundless Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, resembling a god's mighty grasp, slamming down mercilessly onto the pack of Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves.

Boom!

A single strike obliterated hundreds of Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves in a flash, their bodies crumpling lifelessly.

The earth scarred with a massive palm imprint spanning miles, debris flying, haze and grit billowing wildly.

"This, this!"

"An Immortal—could it truly be an Immortal?!"

Beholding such a spectacle, Zhu Ming and his comrades stood frozen in shock, struggling to trust what they saw.

Before long, a youthful cultivator drifted toward them.

His presence radiated an inscrutable power, every gesture brimming with the fury of the cosmos.

A mere whim from him could pulverize the entire vicinity to nothingness.

The arrival was none other than Jiang Fan.

He hadn't lingered for some desperate brink to intervene.

Spotting the demon throng, he simply crushed them with a casual palm.

To Jiang Fan, the thanks from these mere mortal cultivators held zero value.

No grand gesture of mercy drove him.

He chose to spare this band, and so he acted.

"Speak—who are you people? From where do you hail?"

Jiang Fan demanded directly.

"Great one, we hail from Green Willow Village as simple folk."

Overwhelmed by Jiang Fan's daunting aura, Zhu Ming withheld nothing, swiftly sharing all he understood.

"Understood—this truly marks the Demon Domain."

Jiang Fan narrowed his gaze.

One had to admit, Zhu Ming the villager from Green Willow Village proved impressively knowledgeable, versed in ancient lore, thus identifying the zone as the Demon Domain.

Truthfully, the Spirit Ruins Realm once knew no demons at all.

Yet eons ago, billions of years back, demons erupted into the Spirit Ruins Realm, surging forth with horrifying speed, devouring lands once held by the realm's countless races.

Through billions of years' evolution, the zone warped fully into the Demon Domain.

The Human Race alongside the Demon Race surrendered vast swaths of ground, pulling back to distant lands.

Still, the humans native to these parts didn't vanish entirely.

For humanity clings to life with unyielding vigor.

Besides, the landscape here twists in elaborate ways, endless mountain chains sprawling wide, peaks towering in uncountable clusters across immense expanses.

No matter the demons' vast multitudes, they claim only fragments of the domain.

Indeed, broad stretches evade their grasp altogether.

Such gaps allowed remnant humans a shot at endurance.

Certain survivors burrowed into hidden Secret Realm Worlds, while others fell back to fortified spots, forging isolated human enclaves.

Green Willow Village stands as one vital human outpost amid the Demon Domain.

The settlement shelters no fewer than ten thousand souls.

In human realms like the Great Xuan Dynasty's domains, ten thousand means little.

But deep in the Demon Domain, it qualifies as a grand village.

Such sizable human settlements remain exceedingly rare.

"How do you fend off the demonic qi in this place?"

Jiang Fan inquired.

Typically, the thick demonic qi blanketing the Demon Domain poses a fierce trial for any human.

Enduring such surroundings over time would corrupt even mortals swiftly—not to speak of cultivators, who might warp into soulless fiends or full demons.

Yet Jiang Fan detected these human cultivators' modest strength, peaking at the Qi Cultivation Stage.