A cat that lingers beside a saint

The Golden Crow is the embodiment of ultimate Yang.

In addition, he was originally just a wisp of primordial spirit extracted by the Goddess Nuwa from the Demon-Summoning Banner.

This wisp of primordial spirit is vastly different from his true self.

Whether it's wisdom, comprehension, or the speed of his cultivation, none of them can compare to the former Demon Emperor.

If he hadn't met Su Bai, he would still have existed in this endless mountain range.

Perhaps one day, he will walk the same path as the former Demon Emperor.

But now, everything has changed.

This golden crow, though possessing the same primordial spirit, can never walk the same path again.

The golden crow gently swayed its wings, raised its head, and looked towards the distant immortal sect.

In fact, he had been observing this immortal sect ever since Jinwu first stepped into the Taoist temple.

Later, a Fusang tree appeared out of nowhere. Although it wasn't very tall, the mountain where the Taoist temple was located was already the tallest mountain in the entire Endless Mountain Range.

This place offers the best view of the Immortal Sect.

Jinwu and Subai are different.

One is a born deity, the other a tabby cat.

In terms of birth alone, Jinwu far surpasses Su Bai by several lifetimes.

His eyes could see further and longer than Su Bai's.

The immortal sects that Su Bai saw were basically always shrouded in clouds and mist, exuding an ethereal aura.

But in Jinwu's eyes, that place was actually quite chaotic.

Although Jinwu has not been born in this world for very long, his bloodline memories contain not only information about cultivation and the path he will take in the future, but also how to be a king.

The Golden Crow stood on the wall, gazing at the celestial palace in the distance.

After a long while, he chuckled and said, "These past few days, while you were away from the temple, Wanling and I have been wandering around the mountains."

"I heard from Wanling that before we demons were even born, this mountain range was only inhabited by you and that old man."

Even all spirits came later.

"But in the last few days, I've discovered something very interesting."

"Before we left, we subdued many powerful demons in the mountains, but as soon as we left, they started fighting each other again."

"The strong remain strong, and the weak remain weak. In their minds, it seems that only the one who remains at the end is the strongest."

As he spoke, Jinwu suddenly turned his gaze to Yu Qiushui: "I feel that your sect and our mountain are not much different."

As they were talking, Su Bai suddenly spoke up: "My mountain has no doors."

Upon hearing this, Jinwu couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

Although he didn't continue speaking, Su Bai and Yu Qiushui both understood what he wanted to say.

The same applies to the Immortal Sect.

The strong will always be strong, while the weak will only end up as scapegoats.

As for the upper echelons of the Immortal Sect, no one cares, because everyone has gone through the same process.

Perhaps in the very beginning, the Immortal Sect would implement protective measures for newly emerging disciples.

This protection is only limited to a short period of time.

When the upper echelons of the Immortal Sect can no longer see a future for these newly recruited disciples, it means that these people have already been abandoned.

What happens to them afterward is completely irrelevant.

Just like the great demon in this endless mountain forest.

These great demons may all possess bloodline memories, but ultimately they are not the original forms, nor do they possess a sufficiently resilient primordial spirit like the Golden Crow.

It can even break free from dependence on bloodline memories.

In the minds of monsters, there seem to be only two ways to survive.

One is killing.

One is survival.

The killing will drive them to do everything in their power to eliminate any living beings that are harmful to them.

Survival, too, is accompanied by killing.

In just half a month, the number of demons in the endless mountains and forests has been reduced by more than half.

Outside the wall, there is a person, a bird, and a cat.

Looking at the distant mountains and forests where howls could be heard from time to time, one couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Living is tough.

……

Inside the courtyard, the old Taoist priest looked at the sky, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"It's the same old story. The reason your disciples switched their allegiance to the West is precisely because of this very same tactic you use."

"I want to learn that old man's way of non-action, but I also care about my own interpretation of the Way."

"In the end, you gained nothing; it was all for nothing."

Wanling stood behind the old Taoist priest, gently patting his shoulders with her small hands.

In Wan Ling's view, the old Taoist's sudden speech was not a strange thing.

She knew that the Third Master was communicating with the Second Master.

However, the old man's sarcastic remarks did not elicit the response he desired.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice drifted over: "Summon your disciple from the temple to me."

The old Taoist priest scoffed, "You want it?"

"Then find one yourself, my disciple. Why should I give it to you?"

"One Sky-Opening Blade in exchange for him staying with me for a few days. Don't worry, I'll return him in his entirety."

The old Taoist's eyes lit up slightly.

Open the Sky Blade.

This is good stuff.

If it really comes down to fighting, this Heaven-Opening Blade is far more useful than the Qingping Sword he gave Su Bai.

Although the Qingping Sword is not bad, it has been reforged and has lost some of its spiritual energy.

If this Qi-opening blade were infused into the Qingping Sword, and the second brother helped the cat reinforce it again, the little guy would have another protective treasure.

However, a single Heaven-Opening Blade is far too few.

Su Bai is only at the stage of refining Qi into spirit, and has not even reached the stage of refining spirit into emptiness.

Although he would not be harmed in this realm, even an experienced Taoist priest would probably have difficulty protecting him in the outside world.

After a moment of contemplation, the old Taoist sat up straight, crossed his legs, and said earnestly, "I said before that one is too few, at least three hundred."

"Three hundred?"

"You said thirty before." The voice carried a hint of anger.

"Then there are thirty oaths, the oaths of the Primordial Dao. Anyone who goes back on their word will be punished by Heaven and have their sainthood destroyed."

"Forget it, tell him not to come. This humble Taoist priest can't afford it."

The old Taoist priest frowned: "You promised, how can you go back on your word?"

"As a sage, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed for changing your policies so frequently?"

As they were talking, the three large characters on the towering stone pillar in the distance suddenly emitted golden light.

The three characters "Mount Sumeru" suddenly burst forth with golden light, which then landed inside the Taoist temple.

"Fellow Daoist, I have here a Seven Treasures Tree, a Six-Rooted Pure Bamboo, and a blessed Vajra. Which one would you like?"

"If you like, I can give it all to this little cat fellow Daoist. I don't ask for much, I just need this little fellow Daoist to come to my Mount Sumeru immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's voice drifted over: "This humble Taoist has a red embroidered ball, a demon-summoning banner, and control over this territory. I think this little kitten will definitely prefer to follow me."