Every time he appeared in a dream as a demon race cultivator, Ye Yu only believed in one truth: brute force works wonders.
Having a body strong enough to withstand an Immortal artifact, why bother listening to plans, plotting slowly, acting in secret?
If that’s the case, then what’s the meaning of diligent cultivation?
Wasn’t the sole purpose of training hard to crush everything in his path?
Like a meteor, Ye Yu slammed into the gate of the Xuanbing Pavilion’s sect.
The powerful shockwave sent weaker Immortals flying.
Only a few Golden Immortal Realm and Immortal King Realm experts remained standing, still dazed by the aftershocks.
Their figures wavered and their eyes were glassy.
But none of that mattered. Before they could fully regain consciousness, Ye Yu had already struck them down.
With the outer resistance wiped out, Ye Yu strode forward.
The sect’s grand formation before the gate was no match for his Divine Demon Array Diagram.
He had never considered it an obstacle.
Outside the gate, Xu Nanqiao watched Ye Yu swagger inside.
She muttered to herself, “That madman—why can’t he follow my plan?”
Almost immediately, she regretted the words.
Plans might be safer, but perhaps Ye Yu had never stopped to worry about danger.
After all, a demon capable of hunting down the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm certainly had the confidence to defy a sect.
As Xu Nanqiao pondered, Ye Yu’s voice drifted from ahead. “Hey, are you coming or not?”
She collected herself and hurried to his side, cautiously observing everything within the gate.
They had to be careful—Xuanbing Pavilion’s heritage ran deep, and...
Before she could finish, she rounded a corner and found the ground littered with Immortal corpses and two Immortal King Realm cultivators standing motionless.
Startled, Xu Nanqiao went on full alert and tried to back away, putting distance between them. Yet Ye Yu simply walked on.
The two Immortal Kings suddenly knelt, voices deep and respectful: “Welcome, Master!”
Xu Nanqiao’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He had control over two cultivators far stronger than himself, yet there was no trace of any Dream Intrusion Technique!
Could Ye Yu’s Dream Intrusion be that overwhelmingly powerful?
In fact, Xu Nanqiao was mistaken.
Those two were not under any dream-control, but bound by Ye Yu’s Divine Demon Mind-Control Art—so swift in probing memories that no dream-tracing remained.
He wasn’t showing off; he needed an insider to locate the ancient demonic artifact Ye Huo Fenshiji (the World-Burning Flame Halberd), and internal memories were the fastest source.
Led by the two Immortal Kings, Ye Yu and Xu Nanqiao quickly reached the rear mountains of Xuanbing Pavilion.
The surroundings looked serene.
Xu Nanqiao frowned: according to the ancient texts, the Ye Huo Fenshiji was ferocious, the air around it unbearably hot, like standing in flames, its demonic aura rampant.
But this scene was completely different!
The next instant, the two Immortal Kings pressed palms together and unleashed their techniques in unison, pushing against the earth.
In a flash, the mountain shook violently.
A massive fissure split the rock from the center, slowly prying the sides apart.
An intense surge of frigid Qi erupted!
In moments, a thousand miles around were blanketed in frost.
The entire sect looked crystalline, like an Ice-Frost Gate!
Perhaps this was the true appearance of Xuanbing Pavilion?
Yet Ye Yu’s concern lay elsewhere.
He stepped off the ledge, hovering in midair, peering down into the chasm—but all he saw was a blinding white fog!
The two Immortal Kings knelt and said solemnly, “Master, the ancient demonic artifact Ye Huo Fenshiji lies below. Its demonic nature is overwhelming. The previous pavilion master sacrificed his life to seal it here. To this day the seal holds. With our strength alone, we cannot break it—it is our failure!”
Ye Yu said nothing. He withdrew his demonic aura and let himself fall straight into the rift.
A golden barrier instantly blocked his descent.
The seal was formidable, but before Ye Yu and his Divine Demon Array Diagram, it was insufficient.
Within mere breaths, he discovered how to undo the seal and shattered it completely.
As the barrier dissipated, the scene below began to change!
Red light welled up from the depths, the icy chill vanished, replaced by an endless, scorching heat.
The sensation was agonizing.
Shua!
A tearing-through-air sound echoed!
Ye Yu lunged forward and grasped the massive halberd as it shot upward.
There was no doubt—this was the ancient demonic artifact Ye Huo Fenshiji.
Its surging demonic aura left no room for doubt!
Enraged by being restrained, the Ye Huo Fenshiji erupted in unending infernal flames.
Seething fire spewed from the chasm.
The two nearby Immortal Kings, caught unprepared, were instantly incinerated.
Xu Nanqiao staggered back in shock.
What was happening? Such terrifying flames—could this truly be the Ye Huo Fenshiji?
If even those outside couldn’t withstand it, was Ye Yu inside still alive?
As those questions raced through her mind, her expression turned grave.
But she firmly believed Ye Yu would not perish so easily!
No one knew how long passed.
The roaring flames finally subsided!
Xuanbing Pavilion had been reduced to ruins.
Xu Nanqiao stepped forward gingerly to survey the scene.
Inside was utter darkness—nothing could be seen.
Her divine senses probed, but could not reach the bottom, as if an invisible force blocked all intrusion.
Xu Nanqiao furrowed her brow.
The next instant, a purple figure shot toward her, passed overhead, and crashed heavily into the rear!
