This time, the demon hunting journey in the Border Wilderness felt somewhat anticlimactic.

Before setting out, Jiang Wang wanted to test how far he could venture alone with his sword into the Border Wilderness, with the intent of exploring the Life Forbidden Zone. However, he was forced to retreat at two thousand seven hundred miles.

Something has changed in the Border Wilderness, and Jiang Wang remains unaware of it.

If he hadn’t ventured two thousand six hundred miles into the wilderness and encountered eleven figures with God-approaching power, he might still believe the Border Wilderness to be peaceful.

What is people’s impression of the Border Wilderness?

It’s the frontline where the Human Race opposes the Demon Race, a perilous battlefield filled with many heroic and moving stories. Jing and Mu, two great nations, jointly guard it...

And that’s it.

For those who haven’t set foot in the Border Wilderness, all sentiments seem too distant.

Considering the density of demonic beings encountered this time, Jiang Wang finds it hard to imagine what it would be like if a true Demon Tide occurred.

And in history, how did our forebears break such cataclysmic Demon Tides?

From Tu Hu’s actions, it can be inferred that Mugu certainly knows something about the changes in the Border Wilderness... but what is it? Does Qi Country know about these changes happening in the wilderness?

Is the rampant powerful combat force of the Demon Race before the Life Forbidden Zone a sign of a new Demon Tide, or is a powerful demon figure being born?

Why did Tu Hu abandon his duties in Minhe Temple to welcome various envoys and instead go to the Border Wilderness?

Who is the presence he spoke of that he had to deal with?

And what relation does everything encountered this time have with the "Illusionary Demon Skill of Birth and Death at a Finger Snap"?

Among the Eight Great Demon Skills, Jiang Wang now knows three.

They are the "Love Dying Desire Blood Demon Skill," "Illusionary Demon Skill of Birth and Death at a Finger Snap," and "Seven Hatred Demon Techniques."

The first two clearly belong to a series, but the latter is somewhat different, and the reason is unknown. Perhaps within the source of the Eight Great Demon Skills, they are divided into several factions?

This visit to the Border Wilderness was meant to establish an understanding of "demons," but it has only raised more questions.

He can only keep them in his heart.

The sudden dangers were disturbing, yet what concerned Jiang Wang more was the news of Deng Yue’s death.

Deng Yue and the warden of Qing Country’s Prison Control Department died in the Border Wilderness, which speaks volumes.

He finally understands why Zhao Rucheng, an exiled descendant of Qin’s royal family, took the risk to stand on Guanhe Platform.

This lazy boy.

This boy, who had long given up and didn’t want to sacrifice anymore for past people or events...

Had to stand up and use such means to protect himself, responding to the departure of Uncle Deng.

More than anyone, Zhao Rucheng knows he has given up everything and just wants to live a life of anonymity. Yet now, he’s demon hunting in the Border Wilderness, fighting desperately on the battlefield, cultivating in Eardemi.

Why does this world have to drive those who don’t want to risk their lives to do so?

Jiang Wang has no answers.

Or rather, he is not yet qualified to provide one.

Under the dim sky, he left the Border Wilderness alone.

Upon entering the wilderness, it was one person, a sword, and a black camel.

Upon leaving, the black camel was gone, and the sound of its bell was buried in the wind and sand.

Yuwen Ze was indeed waiting outside the Life and Death Line, along with a unit of mounted army patrolling nearby.

Seeing Jiang Wang, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Marquis, you’ve finally returned! I was worried you’d be too caught up in the killing and miss the inauguration ceremony." The green ocean-like scene on this side of the Life and Death Line eased Jiang Wang’s heartstrings. Casually handing over the Storage Box, he said, "Collected some Yin Demon heads."

When the General Demon dies, it dissipates into Demonic Qi, leaving nothing. So even though Jiang Wang personally killed several with Divine Arrival Layer strength, he gained no great trophies. The only iron Wolf Fang Club was a relic of a human cultivator.

Demon hunters in the Border Wilderness usually only gain Yin Demon heads.

Indeed, Yin Demon heads are raw materials for Soul Stones, but Soul Stones are only valuable in the Border Wilderness... for those venturing into it, they’re worth their weight in gold, but outside, they’re worthless. Thus, their value is hard to express.

But both Jing and Mu purchase Yin Demon heads at high prices, essentially using their finances to support the defense of the Life and Death Line.

Without opening the Storage Box, Yuwen Ze knew it contained Yin Demon heads numbering at least a thousand. He smiled, "I’ll help you exchange them for Dao Yuan Stones later."

"No need," Jiang Wang replied offhandedly, "The significance of Soul Stones lies in the Border Wilderness. Having come to the grasslands with nothing, these raw materials will be my personal gift, paying homage to the great sacrifices made by the sons and daughters of the grasslands against the Demon Race."

Yuwen Ze gripped the Storage Box tightly, sincerely saying, "In that case, on behalf of the warriors of the Border Wilderness, I thank the Marquis."

Even setting aside the batch of Yin Demon heads, Jiang Wang’s sheer power, fighting in the Border Wilderness for those days until he was injured, greatly relieved the defense pressure for Mugu’s military guarding the area.

Yuwen Ze’s gratitude came from the heart.

Jiang Wang only glanced at the bulging veins on Yuwen Ze’s hand and said, "Remember to return my Storage Box."

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Riding side by side on the way back to the Royal Court, the wind carried a sense of freedom. Yuwen Ze couldn’t help but ask, "Marquis, how deep did you go into the Border Wilderness? How did you get injured?"

"Not yet reached the Life Forbidden Zone," Jiang Wang answered, reveling in the vitality of the grasslands, "I was surrounded by eight at the God-approaching level."