"It was the original dwelling of the Black Swirl Ape, surrounded by smoking sand and stones—a truly good place to dodge dangers,"
Sikong Jing didn't hesitate and entered it, only to feel an extraordinary coolness, refreshingly invigorating his body.
He casually found a corner to sit cross-legged, then took out the inner core of the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle and swallowed it to cultivate.
Meanwhile, around Black Smoke Mountain,
some Little Demonic Rats and other small demon beasts had emerged.
Under the control of Sikong Jing, the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, they would relay information to him the moment someone appeared.
Even if the students of Xingluo Palace weren't pursuing him anymore, Sikong Jing didn't dare to be negligent.
In the cave, Sikong Jing began to absorb and observe the demon power meridians presented within the inner core of the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle; unknowingly, his consciousness drifted into the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison...