The Stone Fiend Old Ancestor was clearly not entirely satisfied with what You Lan had told him. In his view, these matters had already been reported by You Lan earlier, making it entirely unnecessary to bring them up again.
In the ancient era, the power of the Demon Race invading the Divine Abyss Continent had been immensely formidable. Of the Demon Race's ten lineages, every single one boasted vast armies and elite troops. At the very least, each lineage possessed three or four Divine Path Old Ancestors.
What had entered the human domain was merely a fraction of the Demon Race. More importantly, the combat strength of each Demon Race Old Ancestor was incredibly terrifying.
In the Stone Fiend Old Ancestor's opinion, during the ancient era, if not for the humans holding the geographical advantage and successfully laying traps, the Demon Race would absolutely not have been slaughtered, sealed, and driven back as they were.
Now, the strength of the Divine Abyss Continent was undoubtedly far inferior to that of the ancient era. Should the Demon Race make a comeback, their advance would surely be an unstoppable sweep.
What was there to worry about?
What human genius? What Young Master Jiang Chen?
The Stone Fiend Old Ancestor dismissed it all from his mind. He only knew that once he emerged from his seclusion and his strength returned to its peak, he could absolutely rampage unchecked throughout the human domain.
When that time came, he would storm directly into Peacock Sacred Mountain and pluck off Jiang Chen's head.
However, he was still in the process of breaking free from his seal and could not afford to alert outsiders. After all, if Jiang Chen were to throw his entire force against him, that would be a deadly serious matter.
Before his strength returned to its peak, the Stone Fiend Old Ancestor knew this was no time to draw attention.
But You Lan's behavior of boosting the enemy's morale deeply displeased the Stone Fiend Old Ancestor.
Seeing the Old Ancestor's reaction, You Lan grew anxious.
Risking a reprimand, You Lan pressed on: "Old Ancestor, I have indeed raised these matters before, but the Myriad Spirits God-Locking Grand Formation truly concerns the great cause of our Demon Race. If that formation is activated, our forces and the Barbarian Demon Army will be completely cut off from each other. While there are many of our demon brethren sealed within the human territories here, they are scattered and have no coordination among themselves. Once the grand formation divides us, we would be…"
"Be what?" the Stone Fiend Old Ancestor snorted coldly.
"Trapped like turtles in a jar." You Lan gritted his teeth and said it outright.
"Insolent!" The Stone Fiend Old Ancestor flew into a rage. "Even if that formation is reactivated, it may not necessarily be a bad thing. Without the demon army, I can simply enjoy the spoils for myself. Hmph, the ancient humans were so prosperous — there's no way their wealth could have dried up overnight. There must be some mystery behind it all. Perhaps this is actually an opportunity."
The Stone Fiend Old Ancestor had his own reasoning.
You Lan said bitterly: "Old Ancestor, eating alone may taste fine, but having an isolated army trapped is never a good thing. When that time comes, the human territories will be united as one, and we'll be stranded within with no fellow demons to answer our call. The consequences would be dire."
"Shut up!" The Stone Fiend Old Ancestor flew into a rage. "This matter ends here — there is no need to bring it up again. Once my strength is restored, destroying that Peacock Sacred Mountain will be as easy as killing a chicken. What exactly are you worried about?"
You Lan sighed bitterly, knowing that the Stone Fiend Old Ancestor ultimately refused to heed his counsel.
A thread of sorrow crept into his heart. With a mournful tone, he said: "Old Ancestor, then your subordinate will take his leave."
The Stone Fiend Old Ancestor let out a cold snort. "You Lan, remember this — those matters are none of your concern. Do not act rashly and expose my whereabouts. If you do, no amount of repentance will save you."
You Lan replied with a trembling voice: "Your subordinate would not dare."
The Stone Fiend Old Ancestor let out a soft hum, and the mountain wall rippled as that face vanished from the stone.
You Lan did not linger either, drifting ethereally out of the cave.