Xu Xian was busy building the tower, and one day passed, then two, then three...
The Nether Tortoise was panicked, growing more anxious by the day, as its years of experience traversing the Star Sea told it that the longer someone spent gathering power, the more devastating the resulting ultimate move would be.
It was certain that this brat was definitely preparing something big to deal with it.
Above the Nether Pool...
The Demon Abyss was peaceful, and everything was progressing according to the High Priest's expectations, with news of the Demon Son's return spreading outward at an incredible speed.
It began with the citizens of the Nether Capital who had witnessed it with their own eyes and bowed in worship.
By now, the entire Demon Abyss, wherever the nether water flowed and wherever the demon race resided, knew that the Demon Abyss had a Demon Son.
A descendant of the Immortal-Demon, his name was Bai Mang.
Rumors said he had ten-colored hair, a dharma body that rivaled the sky, and could walk across the Nether Pool as if it were level ground.
Stories and legends about him flourished in tea stalls, wine shops, and on the streets.
Under the deliberate promotion and packaging of certain people in the Demon Court, the Demon Son, Bai Mang, was viewed as the hope of the Demon Abyss.
They had even coined a slogan.
Under his leadership, the demon race would surely be great again.
The news also reached the Blazing Fortress, causing the morale of the demon soldiers stationed there to soar.
Many demons seemed to see hope, the hope for the Demon Abyss to be great once more.
As for this Demon Son they had never met, their praise was boundless.
They called him wise and divine.
They called him invincible in the world.
Outside the Demon Abyss, the Wendao Sword Sect, the Central Plains, and even the long-declined East Desolation had received corresponding intelligence.
A Demon Son had been born in the Demon Abyss.
It was said he was a descendant of the Supreme Demon Lord.
Whether it was true or false was impossible to discern, but after many years, the demon race had re-entered the vision of the humans, demons, and spirits in such a fashion.
Some paid close attention and pondered over it.
Some laughed it off, listening to it as a mere joke.
Some remained indifferent, quietly waiting for things to unfold.
However, for the various powerhouses, they did not take this matter to heart.
Years ago, when the demon sovereign was still present and a hundred demon gods stood tall in the west, they still couldn't cause much of a stir.
Now that a single Demon Son had been born, what could he possibly do?
He was just a single Demon Son, and the intelligence said he hadn't even grown up yet, so what waves could he possibly make even if he did?
Especially in the Central Plains, they felt absolutely nothing.
The Demon Abyss was under the jurisdiction of the Wendao Sword Sect, so no matter what happened, it wasn't their turn to worry.
As for the Wendao Sword Sect, they cared even less.
Even ordinary disciples would simply laugh when they heard such rumors.
You have a Demon Son in your Demon Abyss, but we have a Little Grand-Uncle in our Wendao Sword Sect.
Our Little Grand-Uncle can manifest a divine weapon.
No matter how tough your Demon Son's neck is, can it withstand a single strike from a divine weapon?
Your Demon Son better not leave his house, or he'll just end up being slaughtered.
In the Wendao Sword Sect of today, having experienced the battle in the East Desolation, the pride of the sect's disciples had reached its peak in ten thousand years.
Above them, a group of ancestors was invincible in the world, and below them, geniuses like Xu Xian, Lu Yuan, and Yao Xiaoxiao were rising strongly.
From the old to the young, they had no rivals.
After all, the current prosperity of the Wendao Sword Sect was plain to see.
A genius like Lin Qianqian was already considered second-rate in the eyes of the Wendao Sword Sect disciples.
Just this year, the two little ones who had just joined the sect had shown incredibly startling talent.
One was the Little Grand-Uncle's apprentice, Tu Kongkong, who had completed body refining in ten days and qi refining in a month, and now, after only seven months, it was said she was already planning to reach foundation establishment.
The other was the Little Grand-Uncle's niece, Xia Chu Yi, whose cultivation speed was slightly slower.
However, she possessed a wind-attribute variant spirit root, and at such a young age, she had already learned the Wind-Whispering Sword Art left behind by Ancestor Yun Zheng.
She was once jokingly called the successor of Ancestor Yun Zheng by a Pavilion Elder in the sect.
One could only imagine how powerful the younger generation of the current Wendao Sword Sect was.
Let alone one Demon Son, even ten would not be enough in the eyes of the Wendao Sword Sect.
...
In the Nether Hall, Bai Mang had not returned for three days, so Chi Ji and Huang Xiao waited for three days.
Doing nothing every day, the two of them just sat there, staring at each other in silence.
He had said he was going out to handle some business, yet it had been three days, and there wasn't a single person in the entire Nether Hall they could ask.
Wasting time was exactly this.
On the other side, the Small Priest was still guarding the water's surface, her brow furrowed.
She had watched with her own eyes as Bai Mang dove into the water, and then there was nothing.
It was the same as last time, yet also different, the similarity being that he had disappeared right under her nose.
The difference was that last time, Bai Mang was acting, but this time, he wasn't.
She had seen Bai Mang pull out a pitch-black "artifact."
It was humanoid, and then he crawled inside, fell into the water, and bubbles came up...
She didn't dare go back, as she had lost the person again.
She didn't know if her sister would eat her alive.
She was even less certain if Bai Mang had really run away like this.
She could only wait.
She thought that if she waited a bit longer, he should be able to come back.
Bai Mang's failure to appear for consecutive days naturally alarmed Jin Qing as well.
Jin Qing couldn't find Bai Mang, but she found her "sister."
Seeing Jin Yu hovering over the Nether Pool from a distance, she didn't even need to ask to guess what had happened.
It was certain that Bai Mang had disappeared into the Nether Pool again.
She didn't approach, nor did she question Jin Yu, as asking would be pointless.
She simply walked away!
She didn't rule out the possibility that Bai Mang might leave without saying goodbye and run away on the spot.
But she felt that Bai Mang was so sincere that even if he wanted to leave, he would have greeted her first.
Descending into the Nether Pool should be related to the Shadow Soul Stones.
After all, he had only played that card after going to the Nether Pool and returning.
That was how he had taken the position of the Demon Son.
She had guessed before that Bai Mang's need for a large amount of Shadow Soul Stones must be related to the secret hidden beneath the Nether Pool.
This was also one of the reasons she was willing to cooperate with Bai Mang.
She and Bai Mang had an agreement.
They would not interfere with each other.
As long as it was for the good of the Demon Abyss, she allowed Bai Mang to have his own secrets.
When Jin Yu saw Jin Qing appear in the distance, her heart suddenly tightened.
Like a child who had made a mistake, she was prepared to be scolded.
However, she didn't expect her sister to suddenly leave again.
While she was stunned, her heart felt empty, and for a moment, she didn't know whether to continue waiting or to go back.
She suddenly felt that Bai Mang was quite annoying.
He was always causing trouble for her and making her look incompetent in front of her sister.
The matter with Chi Ji had been exposed.
The matter of testing him had been botched.
And now this act was being staged, so she decided that once Bai Mang returned, she would definitely demand an explanation from him.
She would tell him that he couldn't act like this, as it wasn't right.
"Stupid Bai Mang!"
"Truly detestable!"
...
Time continued to flow, and when the fifth day arrived, Xu Xian had already completed the main structure of the third floor of the Sword Tower within the Cloud Sea World.
It had cost over thirty-eight million spirit stones, very close to forty million.
Xu Xian looked at the few spirit stones left in his bag and secretly rejoiced that he had prepared early, though he also worried about the future.
Setting aside the special materials, the consumption of spirit stones for building the Sword Tower increased exponentially, forty million this time meant eighty million or even more the next.
The spirit stones alone were a staggering number, and he couldn't help but mutter a complaint.
"Sigh, this is too much of a money-sink. When I get back, I'm afraid I'll have to arrange to sell the Beast God's corpse."
He shook his head to keep himself clear-headed. "I'll worry about that later."
He took out the Shadow Soul Stones and began smelting them, adding the finishing touches to the third floor of the Sword Tower, and the light in his eyes grew a bit brighter.
"What will the third sword be?"
"I'm really looking forward to it!"
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