"Hmm, only the ancient eras had the Demon race."
Yu Longting stopped before a gloomy swamp, "After they were destroyed, only a few demon creatures started appearing, all cultivated later on."
The swamp was shrouded in darkness, with many luminescent white plants growing all over it."
Apart from the odd color, the plants were actually just ordinary reeds."
The water was pitch-black, completely devoid of any clarity."
Not far away, a drifting white mist could be seen enveloping the area."
"The magic snake that took Dumpling, was it a latter-day cultivated demon?" I looked at the swamp before me, my memories suddenly overlapping with the Illusion Realm I encountered when I met the young Lin Huan, "Yu Longting, I... I might have been to this place before and even fell into the mire."
"This place... other than demon creatures, only an old-timer like me would have visited. Zhang Zidao is merely three hundred years old; he can't possible know of this place, right?"
