Yang Fuqing comforted, "Father, the young people who could move have already gone to the Fierce Sun Dynasty for refuge in the early years, preserving the incense of our mortal lineage in the Danai Dynasty. Once the Demon Clan is suppressed... everything will be fine."
"Alas..."
Yang Shi sighed deeply. Nowadays, the Human Clan cultivators are all huddling in Bright City, and how could he help all the mortals in the world.
This is a catastrophe.
After leaving Yang Fuqing, Yang Shi walked to a secluded place and quietly communicated with Yang Genshuo.
"Ancestor... I have a request."
"Speak."
"I wish to borrow Zheng'er's talent once more."
Yang Genshuo's eyes narrowed, "You plan to... absorb that Night Demon corpse?"
"Yes! Ancestor, I need to become strong enough to protect everyone... the Demon Clan has already formed a climate, they won't wait for us peacefully, and to be honest... I don't want to put all my hopes on the Upper Sect's intervention."