Legend of the Great Sage

wasteland.
The Demon domain was extremely large.
If he wanted to find Qingqi mountain, he needed someone to show him the way.
Otherwise, if he accidentally ended up running into another Demon God, there probably would not be another Great Sage to save his life.

The greatest lesson he had learnt from his battle against the Sangharama God was that he still was not any true god’s opponent.
If it were not for the Sangharama God’s qualms, refusing to destroy Nālandā, he probably would have been captured already or even done for.

His fantasies were just his fantasies.
He still had to maintain a clear understanding over the difference in strength.
Willpower, spirit, and courage could be converted into power, but they could not directly replace power.

As a result, in his battle against Qiongqi, he had to approach it cleverly.
Brute force would not work.
It would be best if he just snuck his way over to Qingqi and whipped out the Mountain-moving tablet in an instant before pushing down Qingqi mountain in one fell swoop.
That would be absolutely fantastic then.

He fished out a Skull Prayer Bead in an attempt to contact Xiao An so that she could help him locate Qian Rongzhi.
However, even after fiddling around with it for a while, the Skull Prayer Bead did not respond, probably because this was the depths of the Demon domain.
The Demon domain was not located in the six realms of saṃsāra, so the connection was broken.

However, he was not completely out of ideas either.
His eyes turned dark-blue, deep like the darkness.

At that instant, the storm stopped.
The droplets of rain all hovered in the middle of the air, forming a flat hexagon around Li Qingshan.

With the completion of the Spirit Turtle Transformation, it led to the development of several more innate abilities, which included ones for prophecy and divination.

The reason why he did not provide them with names was because he had already been internalising these abilities, gradually becoming a form of instinct, like an extension of his arms.
There was no clear distinction between them either, where they all intersected and used a component of one another.
Using them all came to a single thought.

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For example, the divination he used right now basically used all of his innate abilities.

It was like how raising a hand required the brain’s control and the heart to provide blood.
Even the two legs would be involved in the process.
Basically all of his body parts would be used in the process.
If he came up with an awesome name for it, like “Qingshan’s Dark Claw”, it would be completely useless.

His head slowly swiveled like a radar, and the hexagon formed from the droplets of rain turned as well.
His deep eyes rippled slightly as if he had seen through the endless space and grasped a thread of fate.

Suddenly, he locked onto a certain direction.
“I got it!”

The torrential rain continued to fall, but he had already vanished.

The sky dimmed very soon.
Nights had always been much longer in the Demon domain.

This was a city shrouded in haze.
The streets criss-crossed like webs as rectangular buildings pulled up from the crowd, obscured in the depths of the dark curtain of clouds, impossible to tell how tall they were.
It was like a grey forest.

Round chimneys were littered at different heights, spitting out sharp-smelling, multi-coloured smoke, like the breath of a monster.
It merged with the haze and turned into rain.

Looking up, the rain seemed to be black, falling on the flashing, neon lights on the corner of the streets.

Li Qingshan blinked his eyes in surprise.
For an instant, he felt like he had returned to his former life.

However, he realised very soon that these were all creations of machinery and magic, not science.
The tall buildings were just so that they could contain as many people as possible.
It was the most natural choice.

On top of that, these buildings were all the same shape and colour, which made them seem extremely monotonous and drab.
It was truly a concrete jungle.
If he stayed here for too long, it was basically capable of driving any regular person mad.

He had already begun to miss Sukhāvatī.
It was a beautiful place with gardens, squares, and markets everywhere, and just recently, he had seen the largest city he had ever seen in his life.

Now, his understanding was once again renewed.
Not only did this grey, hazy city cover a huge area, the population it could support surpassed a hundred million.

Qian Rongzhi was one of them.