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After the great war between the immortals and demons, the immortals emerged victorious, taking away some of the war criminals. However, there were those who could not be taken or were deemed unworthy, left behind in the depths of the earth. There, a Heavenly Punishment Array was constructed, trapping the Demon King within it, suffering torment every moment. As time passed, most could not endure and perished long ago.
The Cursed Dragon had its horns severed, claws chopped off, reverse scales plucked, and dragon tendons extracted. Fortunately, its dragon soul remained intact despite being weakened. It clung to life with sheer willpower, enduring a long and arduous process of self-repair, waking only a few times.
During those rare awakenings, it fortuitously acquired several celestial techniques and formidable demonic secret arts that were precisely what it needed. The methods came from someone with ulterior motives, but the Cursed Dragon had little choice; it followed the instructions and gradually began to improve.
Especially after the establishment of Ginger's nation, resources for restoration flowed in continuously from above, allowing it to awaken more frequently.
I sensed that each tremor from below these past few days was likely caused by its attempts to break free from its shackles. It seemed confident.
Phantom's voice lowered significantly at this point, as if lost in thought. I calculated that it would take at least another forty to fifty days; how could it have advanced so much without any signs? This left me unprepared—doomed. Was there any chance for me to escape?
After Phantom vented for a while, Qi Xiaomian asked, "Do you know about Dubu Mountain and the Holy Child?"
Phantom seemed indifferent but acknowledged it. "One every month."
"One every month? Not just that; there are reports suggesting at least ten each month or even more recently. The demand is increasing."
Xiao Han's letter mentioned that the military camp had suddenly expanded significantly, with warriors indulging daily in debauchery—an extremely poor atmosphere. The letter also stated that many women from various surname families had gone missing. The government used both rewards and threats to suppress most of it. Since the disappearance cases hadn't affected the capital yet, it hadn't raised much alarm among the populace.
The letter further indicated that once the military became pregnant, they would quietly take them away.
Combining several pieces of information, this must be another channel for producing Holy Children.
"How could there be so many?" Phantom was astonished by the numbers but quickly realized why the restoration was progressing so rapidly. "But why haven't I received any news? The master must be wary of me. Yes, I intentionally distanced myself; he must have sensed it. It's over for me—I'm doomed."
"The master? You speak so casually about your superior," Qi Xiaomian remarked. "Regardless of how things are now, you must have once been close to him. Explain how this Holy Child is related to his restoration."
Phantom hesitated in silence, still harboring some concerns.
Qi Xiaomian urged again, "Since you are suspected by him, once he fully awakens, your fate will be sealed. The more you share with me now, the better my chances of victory will be—it benefits you as well."
"You set up this isolation array yourself; can you not trust it?"
"What you say will only reach my ears; I seek a battle regardless of death—how could I betray you?"
After hearing this, Phantom relented again. "The Demon Seed is nurturing and forming—it’s a great supplement."
"So it's food? I see there are quite a few; I thought they were meant to train an army."
Phantom elaborated further: "Ginger and the Demon Seed are meant for great nourishment... Wait, Great Jing is involved too?"
Phantom nodded. "Yes, but I don't know what the problem is; there are very few left."
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