After arriving in the sky, Zhou Hong released his eight puppets, forming the Eight Immortals Sword Formation. With the might of the formation, they broke through the void. Zhou Hong stepped on the puppets, as if riding a giant bird.
The speed was as fast as lightning!
The journey to the Immortal-Demon Mountain Range was long, and based on his last trip, it would take two months.
Last time, he went with Lang Qihua. Speaking of Lang Qihua, Zhou Hong hadn't seen her for a while. He wondered what this old woman was up to lately. However, since Zhou Hong controlled her, she wouldn't dare do anything detrimental to him. Most likely, she was hiding in the shadows, secretly researching how to break the Eight Divisions of Futu.
It was a pity, though. Zhou Hong's Eight Divisions of Futu was a secret his grandfather had painstakingly devised over countless years, and it was not easily deciphered.
Indeed, at this very moment, in a hidden corner of Wumeng City, Lang Qihua was hiding, contemplating day and night. She had had enough of taking the antidote every month.
"Ahhh! Why, why is there no solution? Am I truly going to be controlled by Zhou Hong forever? Although he hasn't refined me into a puppet yet, who knows if he might one day?" After repeated failures, Lang Qihua was immensely disheartened. She had personally witnessed Zhou Hong refining Luobo Gan and others into the Eight Immortals Sword Formation, which was precisely why she was so eager to break free from his control.
Time slowly passed, and two months quickly went by.
Zhou Hong successfully arrived at the Immortal-Demon Mountain Range.
This time, Zhou Hong did not have the Demon Subduing Pestle. If he encountered the Soul Locking Grass, it would not be as easy to harvest.
Without delay, Zhou Hong entered the Immortal-Demon Mountain Range and began searching from one peak to another.
In the future, to cultivate the Hundred Thousand Sword Formation, he would need a vast amount of Soul Locking Grass. Searching in this manner was ultimately not a long-term solution. He wondered if the Soul Locking Grass could be cultivated.
With this thought, Zhou Hong quickly asked his grandfather in his mind.
"Grandfather, if I harvest Soul Locking Grass, can I plant it in my sub-world?"
"I don't know. Grandfather has never tried it before. Perhaps you can give it a try. However, Soul Locking Grass grows extremely slowly. A small seedling requires tens of thousands of years, and a mature plant needs one to two hundred thousand years."
"Grandfather, in my sub-world, time has no meaning. I am the Lord of the world. I can accelerate time within a certain area. Let alone a hundred thousand years, a million years is also simple."
"This... is that possible?" Zhou Hong's grandfather was uncertain, as he had never tried it before.
"Let's not talk about it for now. We'll see after I find the Soul Locking Grass."
Thus, he searched and searched, and another half a month passed.
He hadn't found a single thing.
"My heavens, this is too hard to find."
"Soul Locking Grass is inherently rare, and it's also very cunning because the grass itself possesses high intelligence."
Zhou Hong had no choice but to continue searching. Just then, he suddenly heard a shout from the sky ahead: "Long Yu, get out here! You can't escape."
Hearing the shout, Zhou Hong immediately looked up. He saw a powerful figure appear in the sky ahead, observing the ground as he shouted.
"Long Yu? No way, he's still here?" Zhou Hong was surprised. But then again, it had only been about four or five months since Zhou Hong last encountered Long Yu here. It was normal for Long Yu to hide from pursuers for four or five months, or even years. Sudangf.com
"Heh, Brother Long Yu, you have it too tough. It seems your enemies are quite powerful." Zhou Hong looked up at the distant sky, judging the strength of the pursuer. If he wasn't mistaken, that expert should be a sixth-grade Immortal King, possibly even a seventh-grade Immortal King!
Zhou Hong also felt terrified. If he were the one being pursued, he wouldn't know what to do.
The reason Zhou Hong came to the Immortal-Demon Mountain Range to search for Soul Locking Grass was only to form the Twenty-Four Immortal Sword Formation. Once formed, he would only be able to contend with sixth-grade Demon Kings. The one chasing Long Yu now was likely a seventh-grade expert. It was no wonder Long Yu had been hiding in this Immortal-Demon Mountain Range for nearly half a year and was still here.
"Zhou Hong, don't meddle in this matter. His enemy is too powerful; you can't help him at all," said Zhou Hong's grandfather in his mind.
"Even if I wanted to meddle, I couldn't. If my Twenty-Four Immortal Sword Formation were formed, perhaps there would be a chance to try," Zhou Hong said with a wry smile.
However, at that moment, the Immortal King in the sky seemed to sense that someone on the ground was staring at him and instantly looked towards Zhou Hong.
"Where do you think you're going!" The powerful figure in the distant sky, mistaking Zhou Hong for Long Yu, immediately gave chase.
"I'll be damned, he thinks I'm Long Yu." Zhou Hong couldn't help but feel frustrated. He might not find the Soul Locking Grass, but he might lose his life here.
Indeed, in the blink of an eye, the Immortal King descended beside Zhou Hong. The Immortal King held a horsetail whisk, but instead of being white, it was purple, looking very strange.
"Long Yu, keep hiding, keep hiding. Let's see where you can run to." The Immortal King sneered at Zhou Hong and instantly locked onto him, leaving Zhou Hong with nowhere to escape.
"Esteemed Immortal King Senior, what are you saying about Long Yu? My name is Zhou Hong, and I am a demon cultivator." Zhou Hong quickly explained.
"Hmph, they say you are cunning and full of tricks, and indeed you are. You almost made me lose my previous trace. But alas, you cannot escape my eyes. I can see at a glance that you are Long Yu. Do you think by changing your body, altering your aura, and even adopting the aura of a demon cultivator, I wouldn't recognize you? You underestimate me, Daoist Tianji. Your spiritual power has betrayed you." The Immortal King said indignantly, but beneath his anger, there seemed to be a hint of embarrassment. He hadn't truly detected Long Yu's aura as he claimed, nor had he seen through Long Yu's spiritual power; these were all bluffing. At this moment, he couldn't actually determine if the person before him was Long Yu in disguise. However, in this desolate wilderness, it was unlikely to encounter two people of the same realm and age by chance. Therefore, he could only judge based on experience that this demon cultivator before him must be Long Yu in disguise, and he had to boast about his abilities, claiming to have found Long Yu's flaw, to avoid losing too much face.
Zhou Hong was truly speechless at this point. This guy hadn't found anything at all and was just talking nonsense.
"Esteemed Immortal King Senior, I am truly not some Long Yu. You have mistaken me. I am from the Demon Realm, my name is Zhou Hong, and I came to the Immortal-Demon Mountain Range to search for a type of immortal grass." Zhou Hong explained again. If the misunderstanding could be avoided, it would be best.
"Hmph, act, keep acting." The so-called Daoist Tianji snorted, looking at Zhou Hong as if he had seen through him.