Red Heart Patrols the Sky

The map is correct, the direction is correct, the position is correct, and there’s nothing wrong with my eyes.

Then where did the problem arise?

A pre-existing realm boundary that shouldn’t have vanished, a demon clan city that shouldn’t have appeared.

This world is simply absurd!

Extremely absurd!

But at this moment, Jiang Wang clearly had no way to grab someone to ask for answers.

He didn’t even dare to look at the city from afar again, not even using the mirror’s reflection.

Regarding the power of True Monsters and Heavenly Demons, he didn’t know enough, and he wouldn’t guess based on his shallow understanding. He knew that avoiding them was the only correct choice.

The moment he saw that demon clan city, his mind was blank. Then it exploded with countless thoughts, but they were quickly suppressed.

Jiang Wang did not leave himself much time to be shocked or dismayed; he only considered how to face it.

No matter what, with a demon clan city blocking the way here, he had absolutely no chance of returning to the Civilization Basin this way.

Even if his movement technique was excellent, and he had experience in escaping, and his combat power was strong, there was absolutely no chance he could pass safely near a demon clan city. To command a race war at this level, there must be at least one True Monster overseeing Xiong City.

Approaching at his peak would be seeking death, let alone now with less than thirty percent of his strength available.

It wasn’t despair, though the way ahead seemed indeed blocked.

No need to blame fate or others. Even though he came with high hopes and took great risks, things don’t always go as hoped simply because you put in effort.

That’s not how it works.

He came here stealthily to find opportunities...

Now there’s just no opportunity.

Looking on the bright side, at least he got useful information now—the return path through Frost Wind Valley is completely blocked, there’s no need to wait eleven months and fail again.

Not even eleven months, even eleven years wouldn’t make a difference...

Unless the human army comes and razes this demon clan city, planting flags across this wilderness—but this is easier said than done? The human-demon balance in the monster realm has already been maintained for hundreds of years.

If the Civilization Basin could break through easily, it wouldn’t wait for Jiang Wang to start.

Jiang Wang said nothing, did nothing, silently putting the Red Mirror into the Storage Box, keeping the Storage Box under his tongue. His body had nothing but demon clan’s clothing—even if a keen demon clan expert noticed, they would only sense a demon clan aura.

Then he started retreating.

Silently erasing small traces, slowly retreating.

Although he didn’t know what to do next or what path led back to the Civilization Basin, at least his current goal was clear—he needed to return to the deep mountains again, cross the paths of demon clan warriors entering the mountains, and find his haven once more.

This time, he probably needs to explore further.

Then go further.

No one witnessed this scene, but it’s worth remembering—

Under the swirling snow, at the border between The Sky Sloth Wilderness and Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. A crawling snow-covered figure, inching forward, inching back...

Quite amusing, but not funny.

...

...

The Demon Realm’s Golden Sun in winter offers no warmth.

The higher the standing of a strong person, the more they feel the "cold".

The elegant and poised Heavenly Demon Zhu Yi retracted her gaze. In her picturesque eyes, a touch of hidden concern: "Something’s not right. That Wu An City is gathering more and more human race experts, far exceeding the scale of a normal war."

Not far ahead, Yuan Xianting sat alone with his back to the entire city, on the high battlement, his flamboyant red cape hanging quietly.

His golden eyes looked into the distance, seemingly staring down an existence, speaking indifferently: "Beyond True Monarchs, no matter how many people come, it’s just a matter of one strike."

Zhu Yi said: "Jiang Mengxiong still doesn’t plan to leave?"

Yuan Xianting still didn’t turn around: "It’s a shame he got away last time... When he comes to kill again, he definitely won’t be alone."

Zhu Yi frowned slightly: "Things are probably not simple. I’ve sent messages to Heavenly Court, asking them to urgently dispatch several True Monsters and troops."

Though the Heavenly Demon clan’s court has become history, the demon clan still calls it so. Of course, humans only refer to it as Demon Court.

"Speaking of which, what happened with Jiang Mengxiong this time?"

Yuan Xianting was somewhat baffled: "A human genius died. Is it such a rare event... to cause such a commotion? Frost Wind Valley was penetrated, a battlefield was established, a fight ensued, and is still ongoing. Why not leave, why keep sending reinforcements?

It seems we’re not gaining any advantage either? Shi Shanwen, Ying Kexun, Xi Yanbing, Lu Qiyi, all these demon kings are dead too. Especially Shi Shanwen, the old lion’s cherished treasure, and the old lion didn’t say he wanted to swallow Yanlao City whole either!"

"You never read intelligence." Zhu Yi sighed: "The dead human genius was named Jiang Wang. He helped Qi Country claim the Yellow River, earned Marquis by real military merit in battles, being the youngest military merit Marquis in the Hegemony Country. He has significant influence in Qi Country."

"Still not worth one True Man after another..." Yuan Xianting raised an eyebrow: "Both surnamed Jiang, is he Jiang Mengxiong’s illegitimate son?"

"Does Jiang Mengxiong need an illegitimate child? To hide it from you? Afraid you’d misunderstand?" Zhu Yi said with some helplessness: "This time they are so agitated reportedly because Jiang Wang wasn’t killed by our warriors, but after Frost Wind Valley’s battle ended, he was assassinated by a backstab from their own. Must have been caught in some internal conflict."