The bellowing sent jolts throughout the sky and the sound of hooves treading the ground was as loud as thunder. If seen from a birds-eye perspective, one would see two black lines chasing after a red dot. The Cloud-hoofed Red Hare was indeed a fast Spirit Beast. Coupled with the Immortal Qi and Divine Energy poured into its body, it galloped at such an incredible speed that it was close to leaving residual shadows. Moreover, it remained firmly ahead of everyone else. The siege in the west was a kilometer away, with the group of the Demon Race warriors in a rigid formation. Narrowing his eyes to look ahead, Ye Que fashioned his left fingers into a sword and made a cut in his right palm. In no time at all, his blood flowed down the pike. The strange thing was that every drop of his blood seemed to be imbued with life. It began moving along the body of the pike on its own and soon crawled all over it to form a long, strange seal s

Following the cracking on the ground, the entire dark wasteland eventually fell into the abyss by the precipe. The battle between the Demon Race warriors and the allied forces of Mount Shu and the Judicature had long ended. As expected, it ended with a terrible blow to both sides. After killing and bleeding for a good hour, after their rage had dissipated in disproportion to the number of people they had killed, their intellect finally returned to their brain. Li Jianqi, Nalan Rongruo, and the others were even more level-headed and practical. Once Ye Que was submerged in the sea of people and had no chance of returning alive, they decisively chose to swiftly break out of the siege and run out of the heart of the dark wasteland at top speed. Even though Li Jianqi and Nalan Rongruo protested, the majority were unwilling to take the risk. Even if Ye Que was still alive, they might not be able to rescue him even if everyone went. T

The long river, setting sun, faraway mountains, city... The moment Ye Que stepped inside the golden palace, the first thing he saw was a golden-colored Exquisite Nation Sandbox. After a careful look, he was sure that it wasn't merely golden-colored. The sandbox that measured nearly 34 meters long and 10 meters wide was made out of gold. More than ten people gathered around the sandbox. "As expected of the Imperial Mausoleum of the Glorious Tang Empire! Look at that grandeur! Just how much money would they need to make a sandbox out of gold?" "That sandbox itself is money. Isn't gold money?" "Say, if we take this Exquisite Nation Sandbox out of this place, do you think it's enough to purchase an entire city?" Ye Que smirked. He marveled at the structure inwardly but didn't linger around. Such objects served a cultivator like him no purpose whatsoever. He had nevertheless been a cultivator for more tha

Red Bean and Ye Que walked amid the boundless forest of steles. It was shocking to them even with their mental state. They couldn't tell from a distance but once they came close, they realized that this wasn't a forest of steles at all. This was an all-inclusive secret depository of cultivation techniques. From swords skills, saber techniques, curses, venomous insects, formations, astronomical observations, to even Tantric Buddhism incantations… They could find anything they wanted on these steles as long as they searched carefully for it. Moreover, the records were incredibly detailed: the method to exhale and inhale, the way to operate True Energy, and the essential movements of styles. Furthermore, all the cultivation techniques recorded on the steles were long-lost ultimate cultivation techniques. If even one of these steles was taken out to the world, a bloodbath would likely follow. "How is the ley lines of sovereignty of the Imperial

"Nan Fengxiu? Ranked 15th?" Who in the Demon Clan would introduce herself with her ranking? No one would, except for the Demon King's personal disciples. That was because no one else had the right to. Feng Xingmo looked up and stared at the girl with blood-red hair, unfathomable cultivation, and tremendous ego. There was no mistaking it! "Nan Fengxiu? Fengxiu? Feng?" Feng Xingmo muttered under his breath. His forehead was drenched with sweat. "Is she the Phoenix of the Imperial Clan?" It went without saying that the Demon King's personal disciples didn't belong to any tribe. Naturally, they had the right to command any Demon Race warrior as well as mock Feng Xingmo for being useless and take away his position as a leader. Even if he was born a wolf and a genius, he was incapable of breaking this rule. It was impossible even if he was the Wolf King. For a long time, he didn't know what to say. "Lord…"