CHAPTER 190: CHAPTER 186: CELESTIAL PIT

The conclusions drawn are too outrageous, completely off track!

Wang Wu decided to continue his research for another month and wait for the arrival of spring.

Winter will be over in a month.

By then, the snow will melt, all things will awaken, and a large number of lower-level Little Demons will end hibernation and come out, which will allow for a more comprehensive understanding of this place.

Anyway, he currently dare not rashly announce that he is looking for a job as an apprentice or something.

It should be noted that so far, Wang Wu has found that those living in these village towns are all humanoid Demons, which means that even the weakest among them are Seventh Grade in cultivation.

This is an advanced map.

This time, Wang Wu’s research focus is on a group of Demons transporting Ancient Tree Remains, totaling twenty-four members, with two individuals capable of achieving complete human transformation and having power at the Sixth Grade.

Those with Seventh Grade power can also barely transform into human form, but there are always Demons whose transformation is not complete, with as many as eight members.

The remaining fourteen are all Eighth-Grade Demons, including four Cow Demons, three Bear Demons, two Horse Demons, one Chicken Demon, and four Donkey Demons.

Apart from the Chicken Demon, they are all hardworking.

The reason Wang Wu chose them is because there are Bear Demons among them, making it easier to blend in and go unnoticed.

Moreover, they transport Ancient Tree Remains to the largest town, making them the elite in their industry.

This transport team lingered for half a day in the town and did not engage in any lavish activities. They seemed very restrained, and when they settled their accounts and left the town, they were all suddenly beaming with joy, laughing and talking as if they had shed a heavy burden, happy with a good harvest this year.

Wang Wu followed them at a distance of about four or five meters, which sounds a bit incredible.

But in fact, for him, it was indeed a very safe distance.

Now Wang Wu’s Level 18 Passive Concealment allows him to naturally blend into the air and the surrounding environment.

It already has a mystical, miraculous characteristic.

Unless one stares at him without blinking before he enters Passive Concealment, any attempts to conceal will be ineffective if someone’s gaze never shifts, not even blinking.

But as soon as they blink, they won’t be able to find him anymore.

This is the characteristic of Passive Concealment.

The Demons in the transport team chatted lively, and Wang Wu also listened intently, quickly gathering the information he wanted.

The team leader of the transport team is a Snake Demon, Sixth Grade, female, called She Dada, her figure is charming, but her looks leave much to be desired, maybe due to the lack of human beauties for comparison, just hard to describe.

The deputy team leader is also a Snake Demon, male, from the same family as the above, called She Er Gou.

Wang Wu doesn’t know why their names are so peculiar, he’s powerless to complain, alright.

It’s still a family business.

Apart from She Dada and She Er Gou, the rest are employees, including long-term workers, short-term workers, and temporary workers.

Because they have to pay salaries.

There are more long-term workers, fewer short-term workers, and the least are temporary workers.

The salary is not Spirit Stones or Spiritual Qi, but a Ninth-Grade Ginseng Vitality Pill, which is indeed hard currency for the Demon Race.

After distributing the salaries, two short-term workers apologized and left on their own, departing amicably, while the rest followed their employer, hoping to work another job.

After discussing the business, the two employers walked ahead, muttering calculations about profits, which official to bribe next, which area to mine and transport Ancient Tree Remains from, the need to hire more short-term workers, the compensation for the last death, and the cost of sending their little snake kids to the academy in spring.

Bla bla bla.

Pretty much the same as the middle-class small business owners, self-employed individuals on Earth.

Some long-term workers were engrossed in their own thoughts, not saying a word as they traveled.

Others, excitedly with twinkling eyebrows, had already arranged to visit the Spring Call Building to feel the breath of spring with a few Little Demons, their conversation growing indecent.

But some didn’t care, their eyes, however, revealed affection, obviously having found their lovers.

Two relatively older, more experienced long-term workers would warn them from a senior’s perspective, urging them to break through a realm while young, as age would cause the bloodline to harden and hidden injuries to increase, making breakthroughs much harder in the future.

Yet the younger short-term and long-term workers were indifferent, having their own theory that the West Wilderness is completely controlled by the Ancient Blood Demon Race, providing no upward channels for the Mortal Blood Demon Race, making it extremely difficult to study in the academy, doomed to lose from the start, so what’s the point of struggling.

After working hard all their lives, it would amount to nothing.

Might as well find more Little Demons for fun while young!

Some even directly cursed and vowed for the Human Race lords to come; they declared they’d be the first to lead the way to overthrow those high and mighty Ancient Blood Demon Race.

Wow!

Wang Wu was behind, clicking his tongue in surprise, is the speech this free?

This is way too bold, isn’t it?

Oh, this isn’t Earth, alright, say whatever you want.

With the level of productivity in the West Wilderness and this loose social structure, how could there be enough power to restrict freedom of speech? If they’ve got the guts, let them issue a Demon People’s Certificate first.

Yet he still felt that the demon society here at Centipede Ridge was just too different. Workshops and factories had already appeared, employing workers, but it didn’t quite resemble capitalism, because these heavy assets, resources, and means of production were all controlled by the Ancient Blood Demon Race, which formed clan-like family hierarchies and demon powerhouses.

Over by the Great Snow Mountain, it’s likely too close to the war front line.

This side of Centipede Ridge, however, is basically equivalent to Shanghai, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Hu.

It’s both a rear area and next to the Black Forest, an endless resource factory, so it makes sense for the social structure to be this twisted.

Thus, heading west towards the Black Forest, he walked about three hundred li. Initially, there were still some small towns and villages along the way, but further on, not a single town or village was in sight, just desolation.

Until ahead appeared a Celestial Pit!

A huge Celestial Pit that left Wang Wu in awe.

This was obviously not naturally formed but artificially created and excavated later.

Wang Wu immediately thought of Profound Iron Ore. Yes, only Profound Iron Ore would be dug like this, first making a big pit, then carving a spiraling, descending mountain path along the edge...

But this Celestial Pit was so vast that even his Level 17 Danger Perception couldn’t sense an end, nor see an end.

It means that the diameter of this Celestial Pit can’t be less than five hundred li.

At the edge of the Celestial Pit stood giant stone city walls, dazzling with spiritual light—an Array, and a complex one involving mechanisms, civil engineering, arrays, traps, and sword arrays similar to those of Human Race Cultivators.

However, Wang Wu quickly noticed that these so-called city walls were actually fortresses.

Huge city-like fortresses covering dozens of square kilometers.

They weren’t connected to each other and looked more like flagship stores or main bases of the Ancient Bloodline Families among the West Desolate Demon Race.

Because Wang Wu immediately saw a huge Great Banner of the Snow Wolf Race on a fortress over a hundred li away.

"No way, could this be the West Wilderness Grand Gathering location that Wolf Bu’er mentioned?"

He was somewhat shocked, as this is a significant trade and logistics hub where even major merchants of the Human Race can come!

At this thought, Wang Wu immediately pulled out a piece of the Hundred-Change Ruyi Demon Leaf, silently recited in his heart, "As you wish, according to my will," and changed his appearance to resemble that of the woodcutter Bear Demon he’d seen before. Hmm, lethargic, slack, dazed, dirty all over, exuding a mixed stench of not bathing for ten years and ancient tree remains.

This was his new persona.

From now on, he was a woodcutter Bear Demon.

Next, as he gradually approached the Celestial Pit, the number of demons coming and going steadily increased. Wang Wu glanced around for a few perspectives, subtly exited his passive concealment state, and blended into a loose transportation team.

Actually, it wasn’t even blending in, as there wasn’t any inspection at all.

Upon reaching the edge of the Celestial Pit, there were entrances lined up. Once inside, the first thing you saw was a spiraling descent, like a winding mountain road path.

The road was about fifty meters wide, extending forward along the pit wall. On the left was the direction of the big pit, and on the right was the approximately ten-meter-high pit wall, with numerous caves carved out, similar to loess high slope cave dwellings, wherein demon families resided.

Outside the caves, each household had around twenty square meters of private land, planted with Spirit Grass and Spirit Fruit, protected by small arrays. At a glance, it seemed quite orderly.

Some older transformed demons with obviously aged appearances sat at their doorsteps, occasionally happy little demon kids ran around, joyfully playing.

If you walked to the left edge of this road, you would see ten meters down below, not a cliff, but another fifty-meter-wide road, with the same layout, and so forth with a third, fourth, extending endlessly downwards, uncertain how many.

Wang Wu felt that this Celestial Pit might house ten million demons, perhaps even more.

At this moment, he felt somewhat like a country little demon entering a big city, not knowing what to do.

He even wondered, how do so many demons live? Just feeding themselves would be difficult, let alone cultivation?

Moreover, such a massive Celestial Pit city, without a unified, strong management entity, wouldn’t trouble arise?

To be honest, managing this Celestial Pit city well means the force itself would not be inferior to that of the Great Snow Mountain or Heavenly Dao Mountain.

As Wang Wu was contemplating this, suddenly he heard a clanging sound ahead, an urgent ringing of bells, while someone shouted loudly!

"The Blood Thieves are coming! The Blood Thieves are coming!"

In an instant, the once serene and friendly road turned chaotic, like chickens and dogs flying everywhere.

The demon families in the caves quickly shut their doors and windows, throwing their little demon kids inside, while the Great Demons donned helmets and armor, grabbed their weapons, and rushed outside.

As for the demons moving along the street, regardless of acquaintanceship, they swiftly organized, those holding shields held shields, those wielding spears wielded spears.

Wang Wu was still in a daze when suddenly a Tiger Demon nearby yanked him over.

"Hey kid, do you want to die? Get ready for battle!"