Very soon, two years passed in the blink of an eye.
Although Jiang Fan spent most of his time cultivating on Zhu Family Island in the Black Dragon Sea Region, the development of the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm continued as usual, thanks to the various great Demon Race battles on the Western Continent, the Primordial Talisman Sect was growing very rapidly.
Taking advantage of the situation, Blood Saber Daoist and others rescued a large number of farmed humans, causing the population of the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm to skyrocket to three million, a significant increase.
Of course, this couldn’t be achieved by Blood Saber Daoist and the Golden Core Cultivators alone.
The most crucial factor was Jiang Fan’s avatar.
Even though his main body was focused on cultivation, his avatar could move freely.
Even if the combat power of the avatar wasn’t as strong as the main body, it was still at Nascent Soul Level, far more powerful than Blood Saber Daoist and other Golden Core Cultivators.
Therefore, under the protection of Jiang Fan’s avatar, the actions of Blood Saber Daoist and others were extremely successful.
Boom~
At this moment, another group of humans was rescued to the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm.
These humans arrived at the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm with trepidation and amazement, gazing upon an ornate Human Race city before them.
They had lived for so long, yet it was their first time seeing a Human Race city.
Previously, they were raised by the Demon Race in terrible living conditions, never seeing such a place.
"Is this real or fake? Can humans truly have their own city? How is there such a place on this land? It’s unbelievable."
Some were astonished, thinking this was too incredible.
Earlier, they believed that humans were merely food for Demon Race cultivators, consumed when the time was right.
No one could have imagined that humans would have their own city and territory.
Such a notion had already overturned their worldview.
"Heh, fake, all fake. How could humans possibly have a place like this."
"True, demon races are so powerful, humans can’t possibly compete."
"Trying to claim land under demon race rule is just impossible."
"Even if this is real, do you think those folks saved us with good intentions?"
"Indeed, I don’t believe such good fortune suddenly appears out of nowhere."
Many humans debated, filled with both fear and dread.
They had been utterly terrified by the demon race, believing them invincible.
Thus, no matter what happened, they would not believe humans could have land on this continent.
"Silence."
"You’ve been brought here to work."
"Anyone dares to complain, will die."
At this point, a Primordial Talisman Sect cultivator shouted, full of killing intent, immediately intimidating everyone.
He was very skilled at dealing with humans from outside.
On the surface, these humans appeared human, but long enslaved by the demon race, they bore soul branding.
Their worldview was already set and basically beyond saving.
Of course, the Primordial Talisman Sect didn’t intend to change these humans’ beliefs.
As long as they could reproduce, it was enough.
Besides, the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm required a large workforce to build cities, cultivate fields, construct roads, etc., so these humans just needed to work.
Humanity’s future could not rely on them but rather on their descendants.
It’s believed that through generations of human education, humans unafraid of demon races would develop naturally.
Engaging with these enslaved humans kindly was useless; only by enslaving them as the demon race did, would they obey and not act rashly.
"Yes, sir."
Hearing these words, many humans trembled, dared not speak further.
They knew the human cultivator before them would indeed kill them.
Earlier, some were obstinate, resisting, and ended up eliminated.
This drastically intimidated them, snuffing out any thoughts they might have.
No matter what these mysterious humans intended, they couldn’t resist now.
For the time being, they had to comply.
"I knew humanity hadn’t completely lost hope on this land."
"Humans ultimately have a place to call their own."
"Even forming a force."
At this time, a young man, about twenty-seven or eight years old, emerged in the crowd.
His name was Yin Zhao Feng, a cultivator at the First-Layer Foundation Establishment.
Honestly, he was captured due to an accident.
Earlier, he was pursued by demon race cultivators, nearly trapped in a deadly situation.
Fortunately, Jiang Fan’s avatar arrived, defeated pursuing demon race cultivators, and saved Yin Zhao Feng.
Otherwise, he would likely have faced disaster.
He differed from other human fodder because he came from a human village in the wild.
Indeed, a human village.
Though humans faced difficulty on the Western Continent and most became demon race food, a few survived in remote areas.
Since skilled humans are rare and the Western Continent vast, if they carefully hid without demon race cultivators noticing, some humans could survive in the wild.
Over time, human villages appeared across the Western Continent.
Unfortunately, these villages were few and scattered.