"Get lost!"
The True Monarch of Destiny had been completely assimilated, even rolling his eyes.
"My lineage has been passed down since the Mythical Era, calling it a living fossil of the Cultivator Realm wouldn't be an exaggeration, how could it be fake?"
Lu Wenwu shrugged his shoulders, "But hadn't we wandered around blindly for a week without finding any real clues? We did dismantle a few seemingly cult-like hideouts, but they were just idle mortals wasting their time."
It was better not to mention this; as soon as it was brought up, the True Monarch of Destiny's defenses broke.
His expression was visibly cracking.
Because, frankly, the United States was just too damn free.
So free that it's practically paradise for demon cultivators, and a holy land for demonic cults.
Don't even mention the hidden modern demon cultivators and ancient ones among the people; there are countless small cults worshiping bizarre evil gods, all crafted by mortals themselves.
