Fifteen minutes later.
Centered around Chen Zhixing, over a hundred Great Demons scattered like birds and beasts, darting out from all directions.
"All of you, get moving, help the senior find the Human Race's tomb!"
"If you can't find it in one hour, you all die!"
"Hurry!!"
In an instant, the entire pine needle forest was in an uproar.
Under the command of these over a hundred Great Demons, thousands upon thousands of Great Demons and Little Demons either flew to the sky or burrowed into the ground, starting the search for the tomb of Taoist Jiu Feng.
Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged on the ground, strands of mental telekinesis, like a school of lively, swimming red fish, flew from all directions and attached to the bodies of those Great Demons.
"Young master, what do we do next?" the voice of Sword Spirit Qingzhi sounded.
"Wait." Chen Zhixing closed his eyes and began to nourish the spirit.
In just thirty minutes.
