Time flies, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The development of the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm also changes rapidly, and the population has exceeded two million.
The reason for such an increase in population is naturally due to the chaotic wars among various races on the Western Continent. Blood Saber Daoist and others took the opportunity to rescue a large number of humans, as for those demons, humans were nothing more than food.
Just like pigs, dogs, cows, and sheep; even if a batch disappears, it only means a partial loss of property.
Even though there might be some heartbreak, it’s not severe enough to trigger a huge conflict.
Especially in the current chaotic war backdrop, even fewer members of the Demon Race pay attention to such small matters, since they themselves are struggling to survive, how could they find the time to mind human affairs.
Therefore, the actions of Blood Saber Daoist and others did not attract the attention of the Demon Race.
To some extent, this is also the protection of destiny, allowing the Human Race to turn misfortune into fortune.
"Another batch of humans has been returned? Our population now exceeds two million, right?"
"During this time, the Elders have indeed worked hard. If it weren’t for their strength, how could they have saved so many humans."
"Exactly, without the Primordial Talisman Sect, we would have become food for those demons long ago."
"Hateful Demon Race, one day we will counterattack the Western Continent."
Many humans discussed eagerly.
They were very relieved and excited to see the growing population.
This is a life and scene they couldn’t have imagined in the past.
If it weren’t for the Primordial Talisman Sect, they would have been long consumed by demons and wouldn’t have lived until now.
Initially, they were absolutely without the courage to resist the Demon Race.
But as they lived longer in the domain of the Primordial Talisman Sect, and as ordinary people mastered Martial Arts Techniques, their physiques became strong, giving them a sliver of courage to resist.
Strength is always the source of courage for living beings.
No matter how timid a True Dragon, it couldn’t possibly fear an ant.
If they mastered the power to slay demons at will, why would they fear them?
At this moment, a group of ordinary people who had just been rescued arrived at the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm.
One by one, they were dressed in tattered clothes, with gaunt bodies, showing cautious and concerned expressions.
After all, coming to a strange place without mastering any power naturally makes them fearful and uneasy.
These people didn’t feel any sense of security.
"Is this the territory of the human race?"
"Unexpectedly, humans can also have a foothold in this demon-filled place."
At this time, a sixteen-year-old boy named Luo Wu also arrived at the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm, he was one of the rescued.
Originally, he was in a demon breeding area, where his parents and siblings were destined to become food for demons, once they reached a certain age, they would be served on the demons’ dining table.
Just when the demons acted to capture his siblings, he activated a Flying Sword he picked up somewhere named Celestial Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword, seemingly a dreadful sword from the Ancient Era, housing an Ancient Artifact Spirit.
Relying on the power of this Flying Sword, he slain many demons.
Regrettably, two fists cannot defeat four hands, there were simply too many demons, fortunately at this moment Blood Saber Daoist and other Golden Core Cultivators descended, killing all demons present.
As a result, all humans in this Demon Race breeding area were saved, including Luo Wu.
Therefore, he feels very grateful to the Primordial Talisman Sect.
If it weren’t for this human sect, not only would he himself perish, but also his parents, siblings, and many neighbors would fall prey to demons.
"Yes, this is indeed the Primordial Talisman Sect."
"Once you arrive here, you won’t need to worry about being eaten by demons, you’re completely safe."
A man in black smiled slightly and said.
He also understood everyone’s feelings because he felt the same at the beginning.
It wasn’t until living here for one or two years that he fully adapted.
"Sir, with so many of us, is there really enough food to sustain us?"
Someone asked.
For them, food is undoubtedly the most important.
"This is no problem."
"Look over there, that place is the Spirit Field we’ve cultivated."
"What’s planted there isn’t ordinary rice, but Spirit Rice."
"If one consumes Spirit Rice daily, even ordinary people will quickly become strong."
"With such an abundance of Spirit Rice, not to mention sustaining a million people, even ten million people would be no issue."
A man in black laughed heartily.
Hearing this, many ordinary folks immediately looked over and saw a vast plain in the distance.
On the plain, there were rows of rice plants, brimming with Life Force and releasing waves of rice fragrance, simply shocking.
What shocked them even more was that around the farmland appeared massive black calves with strong physiques and sharp horns, seemingly capable of collapsing walls with a charge.
However, these calves, under the ordinary people’s command, were working tirelessly, plowing the land.
This is truly unimaginable.
"Sir, are these black cows demons?"
Someone couldn’t help but ask, feeling very shocked.
"They are not demons, but Spiritual Oxen we’ve tamed in the Primordial Talisman Sect, named Black Fire Oxen."
"Currently, there are over ten thousand of these Black Fire Oxen, each incredibly strong."