Third possibility: The Great Demon God Emperor emerged victorious back then. He painstakingly crafted a perfect prison for the defeated, containing seemingly fragmented remnants of Jiuzhou and the gradually reviving human civilization. But all of this is like livestock in a ranch, waiting for the moment when the butcher’s knife falls.

Moreover, of course, there are fourth, fifth, and even more possibilities. By unleashing imagination, any bizarre answer is possible, but for Wang Jiu, regardless of the possibility, it essentially points to one thing.

The Demon-Pointing Sword, which once achieved many miraculous feats, no longer has a reason to exist. At most, it serves as a relic of the Immortal Demon War lying in a museum. If that’s the case, why not let it exert one last effort in the mystical waters of the Nether Sea?

Is there still any existence of the Demon Race in this world? I don’t want ambiguous hints nor equivocal results; I only want a definitive judgment.

Wang Jiu fully unleashed the power of the Demon-Pointing Sword. At that moment, the sword that once slayed millions of demons seemed to transform into a demon itself, emanating a terrifying aura that even the Jiu Immortal Venerables found hard to approach. Meanwhile, the shared network and the demon magnetism on the Demon-Pointing Sword ran at full capacity.

If this were the battlefield during the Jiuzhou Era’s Immortal Demon War, a gigantic black hole with the Demon-Pointing Sword at its core would have instantly formed, irresistibly attracting the hundreds of millions of demons on the continent.

At this point, it’s not just the Demon Race; even the remnants of Demon Essence would have nowhere to hide before the Celestial Divine Sword.

But Wang Jiu still didn’t get that answer.

"So...?" Zhao Chenlu looked at the silently contemplative Wang Jiu, deeply curious about his final judgment, while also feeling a bit excited.

Could it be that the Demon Race perhaps still harbors embers, which have grown over thousands of years into a threat to Xiangzhou’s human civilization?

For every human, the Immortal Demon War was an unmitigated catastrophe. The survivors of the war were left with deep-seated fear, which permeated through their blood, affecting dozens of generations until finally, at the end of the Dark Era, the Saint Sect unified the continent and restored order, dispelling the remnants of fear, allowing humanity to face the bright tomorrow.

As a witness to the war, Zhao Chenlu’s fear was no less than any other person’s, but beneath that fear, she harbored deep anticipation.

No one loved that war more than she did because it was the only time she could intimately interact with the Celestial Divine Sword.

The Celestial Divine Sword, though transformed from a human, was already known to Zhao Chenlu, even when it was human, as incapable of loving anyone.

It was not a defect but an absence of design consideration from the start.

Not a flaw, thus impossible to compensate. Just like a person with a severed arm can install a prosthetic, but a person with all limbs intact finds it hard to master the use of a third hand. Neither Zhao Chenlu nor Shang Lanfei nor the numerous people who surrounded Wang Jiu at the time succeeded in making Wang Jiu see them in a different light.

But no one succeeded. Wang Jiu might view some people differently when they displayed extraordinary talents, but other than that, the realm of human connections was utterly unfamiliar to him.

Zhao Chenlu realized this long ago because no person with functioning emotions would remain indifferent to the hints of Jiuzhou’s most beautiful woman.

If the Immortal Demon War hadn’t erupted, Wang Jiu’s life trajectory—whether or not he had reincarnated as a sword—would never have intersected with Zhao Chenlu’s. What he focused on differed from ordinary people, even from those cultivators obsessed with immortal cultivation. His life was purely that of a cultivator.

A pure cultivator does not need a companion, especially one as powerful as Wang Jiu, who doesn’t need others to make up for his own deficiencies.

It is said that human societies formed because individuals had too many flaws and needed to depend on one another. Truly flawless beings wouldn’t waste time on social interactions.

Although Zhao Chenlu possessed a flawless appearance, she was not a flawless individual. Wang Jiu undoubtedly was a flawless cultivator.

While at the Celestial Pool Sword Sect, without relying on anyone’s guidance, Wang Jiu independently broke the Wind Barrier and mastered superior Sword Dao, as if these incredible skills were imprinted in his brain before birth, gifts bestowed upon him by the countless swords in the Sword Pool.

Later, someone revisited his life and discovered that even if the Celestial Pool Sword Sect hadn’t swiftly taken him in, Wang Jiu could have found his own Immortal Dao through his own strength in this vast world.

He was like the first ancestor who realized the Heaven and Earth Spirit Wind and used it to break the Wind Barrier, possessing the divine techniques to explore the grand world single-handedly.

And Wang Jiu was stronger and more exceptional than that human ancestor who opened the gates to immortal cultivation, yet throughout his life, he never surpassed the Cloud Surge Realm.