Desolate Devouring Art

Liu Wuxie made no attempt to explain himself and had no intention of revealing his true identity to anyone.

With little else to occupy them, he and Tian Wucang sat quietly in the corner, exchanging casual conversation. The other mixed-bloods in the room continued to glare at Liu Wuxie with open hostility. None of them spoke a word to him. They seemed eager to see him gone.

Only Tian Wucang was different—his temperament was mild, and his demeanor easygoing. He leaned more toward the human side, unlike the other hybrids, who exuded a stronger demonic air.

What surprised Liu Wuxie most was how knowledgeable Tian Wucang was despite his frail appearance. He wasn't merely familiar with the basics; he was well-versed in astronomy, geography, and even disciplines like alchemy, blacksmithing, and spiritual talismans. He had also read extensively on human history and cultivation systems.

He seemed less like a half-devil and more like a learned human scholar.

Through their conversation, Liu Wuxie gained a rough understanding of the Eighteen Peak Cities.

He briefly considered asking about the Barefooted Elder but held back, unwilling to risk another incident.

Eighteen powerful lords founded the Eighteen Peak Cities, each ruling over a single mountain. The abyssal race governed one of the peaks. While minor skirmishes occurred from time to time, large-scale conflicts between the races remained rare.

These peaks were considered the most prosperous region within the Eastern Domain. Many cultivators flocked here in search of advancement. However, due to the Eastern Domain's isolation from the rest of the continent, its commerce and cultural exchange remained severely underdeveloped.

"Brother Tian, with knowledge like yours, you clearly come from an extraordinary background. How did you end up in a place like this?" Liu Wuxie asked after a long while. The depth of knowledge Tian Wucang possessed at such a young age was truly exceptional.

Some of the ancient scriptures Tian Wucang quoted were entirely unfamiliar to Liu Wuxie, even though he had scoured countless repositories across the Central Plains. Many of those texts likely originated from the archaic era, having been preserved only in the hands of the most powerful experts.

"That's... a long story," Tian Wucang replied with a bitter smile.