I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 1175: Days Filled with Hope

Compared to ten years ago, the strength of this group of Demon Slayers he had left behind had made a qualitative leap.

Back when they were still in the Land of the Nine Netherworld, the Demon Slayers could only barely maintain a living; trying to improve their strength was still a huge problem.

This had a great deal to do with the environment the Demon Slayers lived in.

Ten years ago, before Lin Yi even knew of their existence, the Demon Slayers were living beneath the Nine Nether River.

The Nine Nether River contained a Yin Cold Power that was anything but ordinary; it was a terrifying power that even an Upper-Rank God would find hard to withstand. For the Demon Slayer Race to continue reproducing, they didn’t even ask for their strength to grow.

In the All Gods Camp, there were all kinds of mighty beings; Upper-Rank Gods proficient in all sorts of Skills were as numerous as cattle.

Among them were no shortage of super big shots with incomparably powerful Perception Ability, their Perception able to radiate across an entire plane.

There was just such a god in the All Gods Camp.

His very existence was for the sake of monitoring a certain plane.

Generally speaking, such gods only existed within the six planes of the Desire Realm, to prevent any talented person from emerging who slipped free of the control of the divine order.

As for the Land of the Nine Netherworld where Qin Zhu resided, that was an exception.

The Land of the Nine Netherworld was a gathering place for the Undead.

It was mentioned before that, to the Three Realms and Six Paths, this place was very important—extremely important.

If the affairs here were not handled properly, it would affect the development of the entire Three Realms and Six Paths.

On top of that, the commander of this place was an Upper-Rank God; to ensure Qin Zhu didn’t pull any tricks or commit some act of betrayal against the Immortal King, the Immortal King specially stationed a god here tasked solely with sensing the Land of the Nine Netherworld.

Lin Yi’s making such a huge scene after entering the Land of the Nine Netherworld without being discovered was not because the god in charge of sensing had slacked off or gotten distracted, but because Lin Yi’s Divine Power at that time was not enough to draw attention.

Plus, since the fighting was basically centered around the Nine Nether River, it was perfectly normal that he wasn’t locked onto.

Failing to notice this variable called Lin Yi did not mean that the Upper-Rank God responsible for monitoring the Land of the Nine Netherworld had any problem with his abilities.

Take the Demon Slayers as an example.

The aura of the Demon Slayer Race was extremely unique; just by sensing, one could feel the dense killing chill contained within it.

If they appeared in high density and over a large area, the god in charge of monitoring would definitely detect this abnormal aura at the first moment.

In order to survive, the Demon Slayers had no choice but to move down to the bottom of the Nine Nether River to live.

At that time, most of the Source Power and Taichu of the Demon Slayer Race had to be used to resist the erosion of the Nine Nether River, so their strength basically gained no growth.

On top of having no survival resources whatsoever, the Demon Slayer Race could only rely on their powerful Life Force to grit their teeth and endure. Under the effect of these various factors, the strength of the Demon Slayer Race increased extremely slowly.

But now things were different.

After the Nine Netherworld incident, Qin Zhu brought the surviving members of the Demon Slayer Race to live on the planet arranged for them by the Dark Rising Organization.

This planet was rather special; no matter how formidable the Perception of an Upper-Rank God might be, they could not sense its existence.

That’s right, this planet was located within a special space, somewhat similar to the special space that that chubby guy Feng Sanyou had risked his life to create, the one that shrouded Blue Star.

As long as they didn’t go out of their way to court death, it was impossible for the planet’s location to be exposed.

The resources provided by Dark Rising were extremely abundant; among them were quite a lot of supplies containing Source Power, which made it twice the result for half the effort when used to enhance Source Power and the Power of the Primordial.

Not only were survival resources more than sufficient, they were plentiful; coupled with the fact that they no longer needed to expend physical strength to resist the erosion of the Nine Nether Cold Qi in daily life, the Shagui Tribe gained a fine opportunity to recuperate and build up strength.

Sure enough, in just a short ten years, the strength of the Shagui Tribe had grown to a level even Qin Zhu found hard to imagine.

It was only over these past few years that Qin Zhu realized why the Immortal King had been so wary of the Demon Slayer Race.

With an incredibly tenacious Life Force, an extremely bloodthirsty nature, coupled with terrifying growth speed and that fearless-to-the-death Spirit in battle, this race had been forged into the finest Warriors in the entire Three Realms and Six Paths.

Exactly! The Demon Slayer Race was born for battle.

Fortunately, Qin Zhu was their benefactor; the Demon Slayer Race had no intention at all of harming Qin Zhu, and they were very obedient to his words.

The Dark Rising Organization had already been in decline for so long, so why were the living resources of the Demon Slayer Race still so abundant?

That brings us to the counteroffensive war of All Gods.

During that period when Dark Rising Headquarters was ambushed by the Four Corpse Kings and the information system of Dark Rising Headquarters was destroyed, the ones affected were not only the ordinary members of Dark Rising, but also Qin Zhu and the Shagui Tribe he led.

Back then, there was no one to deliver supplies to them.

Not until the information system of Dark Rising was repaired anew.

Tremble might not have been very smart, unable to recognize his own strength, unable to see clearly the current situation of Dark Rising, and not knowing how Dark Rising should develop in the future.

But Tremble still understood clearly that this race of Demon Slayers was extremely important; in order to ensure that the Shagui Tribe could continue to develop smoothly, he specially gathered a large amount of supplies and had Qin Zhu store them in a special storage space.

This "large amount" was not just an ordinary lot; it was a massive stockpile prepared with the Shagui Tribe’s development in mind, enough to ensure the Shagui Tribe’s growth for a hundred years!

When these supplies first arrived, Qin Zhu was very happy and had no awareness at all of what kind of fate the Dark Rising Organization would soon face.

Who could have known that not long after he received the supplies, something would happen to the Dark Rising Organization.

When he first got this news, Qin Zhu was quite worried, worried that his existence might be discovered by the Immortal King.

He was even so frightened that he wanted to lead the Shagui Tribe to defect to the Immortal King.

Fortunately, Qin Zhu never figured out how to persuade the Demon Slayer Race to submit to the Immortal King, their mortal enemy.

Otherwise, there would be no Qin Zhu of today.

The Qin Zhu of today had lost his control over the Nine Netherworld, no longer bore the title of King of the Nine Netherworld, and had lost his most loyal subordinates—but now, he had become an existence enough to give the Immortal King a headache.

Under his command were several hundred thousand members of the Shagui Tribe.

The members of this Shagui Tribe possessed frightening strength and obeyed Qin Zhu’s every order; to say that the current Qin Zhu was a hegemon in his own right would be no exaggeration at all.

After realizing that the growth speed of the Demon Slayer Race was terrifyingly fast, Qin Zhu had already made up his mind.

He would honestly wait for the Shagui Tribe to grow; when the supplies were exhausted, he would bring the fully developed Demon Slayer Race out into the world. By then, not only would he be able to become a regional hegemon, he would also be an existence capable of standing on equal footing with the Immortal King.

This kind of life was dull and monotonous:

Every day he watched those red-skinned monsters slaughter each other, every day he listened to those wild and savage roars, and he couldn’t find a kindred spirit whose intellect matched his with whom he could have a good chat. His only amusement was to find a Demon Slayer of similar strength for a spar.

This kind of life was very steady.

Most importantly, this kind of life was full of hope; all he needed to do was keep enduring, endure until the day he rose to prominence, and he would be able to stand above the Three Realms and Six Paths. Who could say such a life was meaningless?

Only in these past few days, Qin Zhu suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.