Red Heart Patrols the Sky Chapter 2311: 38: People of Today, Road of the Past (Part 3)

Capítulo 2311: Chapter 38: People of Today, Road of the Past (Part 3)

Thinking of these things, Jiang Wang couldn’t help but wonder—if there were no soul stones, no transcendent cultivators, just ordinary people living here, would a kind of evolution naturally occur after large amounts of death?

Just like the Water Race in the Cang Sea gradually underwent changes. The current Sea Clan has completely transford into another race.

Of course, no one dares to conduct such an experint.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

A monster with stout ox hooves below, skinny chicken claws adhered to its upper body, and a phantom-like human male head, belly bulging, cos running swiftly from the distance.

The ox hooves trample the sandy ground as if tapping out an intense drumbeat.

Its mouth emits a piercing shriek, torn apart by the wind and sand.

Jiang Wang silently observes.

The Wodona he rides remains calm, continuing its slow pace. This black cal dispatched by Yuwen Ze from the army is quite worldly.

The monster ahead is not unfamiliar to Jiang Wang; he has seen it at the bottom of the Qingjiang Water.

The Yin Demon has no fixed form and possesses countless bizarre appearances. Encountering two identical ones is quite a destiny.

Back then, seeing this monster sparked a primal fear in him. Seeing it again now, only repulsion remains.

It’s not about courage; it’s the essence of life’s transcendence.

Or perhaps… before God Arrives, is the essence of the Human Race weaker than the demon?

This judgnt, this knowledge, leave Jiang Wang bewildered.

Of course, it does not affect his battle.

The Yin Demon’s body is tangible, but its head is elusive.

Sotis the head takes a human form, sotis an animal form, bizarre and diverse.

Now, it seems famished, madly darting this way, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Upon nearing, it suddenly freezes.

It cries out in anguish but cannot make a sound.

Then, starting from the ox hooves, flas slowly ignite. The fire doesn’t spread quickly, but over ti, it gradually engulfs the entire body, in a slow process, eventually burning it completely.

Bang!

Only a shriveled humanoid head remains, dropping onto the sand.

The flas roll over again, and the head vanishes.

The use of Samadhi True Fire instead of other thods, naturally serves to enhance knowledge. Demon Hunting is a long-term endeavor; to kill swiftly and effectively, one must understand the ‘demon.’ Its composition, its life form, every part of its body…

Jiang Wang quietly feels the fire, silent.

Whoosh!

A Yin Demon with antlers on its head suddenly bursts from the ground, extends a claw towards the black cal’s hoof—

Plop.

Both claws are sliced off.

Then, the entire body breaks apart, leaving behind a deer-antlered beast’s skull.

The sword light appears and fades abruptly.

Jiang Wang casually gestures, taking the Yin Demon skull before him, inspecting it for a while, then tossing it into the bag hanging from the black cal’s side.

As the footsteps progress, Yin Demons appear more frequently.

Initially attacking alone, later in groups of three to five, and then ten or more, dozens… at most, nearly two hundred Yin Demons once surrounded him together.

In the desert environnt, Human Race cultivators’ perception is severely suppressed, and Jiang Wang only realized his predicant after being surrounded.

Of course, hundreds of ants still cannot surround humans.

Jiang Wang tries swordsmanship, dao techniques, divine skills—constantly experinting—destroying quite a few, but the bag contains more and more Yin Demon skulls.

His understanding of ‘demons,’ also deepens.

The more he learns, the more confusion arises.

Regardless of where he ventures or how he hunts, no screams from the Yin Demons ever echo. He also tried to control the power of sound under the Border Wilderness’s special rules.

The battle is unceasing, cultivation never pauses.

The black cal continues andering forward, leaving hoof prints forming a long line.

Modern people, ancient path.

Last year’s sandstorm, next year’s sandstorm.

People are not ancestors, yet people are like ancestors.

For a long ti along this route, only the tinkling sound jingles, jingles~

Its sound is lodious, not lonely.

Because at the end of the wind and sand, countless… transcending ti and space respond.