Roar!
The black ocean churned violently, boiling like lava as a thunderous roar echoed across the void. In the next moment, the black liquid surged and condensed into a colossal demonic shadow. Its body was fluid, amorphous, but in its depths glowed a pair of wicked, crimson eyes that scanned the surroundings with wrathful intelligence.
"Heavenly Flame? So it's this thing again…"
The demon's voice was hoarse and laced with venom. It was clearly aware of what Ye Feng wielded. Though it did not originate from the Tianxuan Continent, a trace of lingering consciousness from a high-tier Demon King allowed it to recognize the power of the flame.
Among the demonic remnants still scattered throughout the realm, some bore only beastly instincts. But the stronger ones—those born from the echoes of Demon Kings—retained fragments of true consciousness.
"Destroy."
Ye Feng's voice was calm and indifferent. The power of chaos stirred, surging through the Heavenly Flame. In an instant, the flames blazed higher, releasing heat that twisted space itself. Agonized howls erupted from the demonic shadow, its form trembling as it was scorched by the otherworldly flame.
"If you continue, aren't you afraid I'll destroy the Xuantian Palace spirit!?"
The demon shadow roared in desperation, trying to barter with the life it held hostage.
But Ye Feng merely smiled.
With a wave of his hand, a shimmering barrier of pure spatial energy materialized, separating the demonic shadow from the infantile light-body chained in the distance.
"The power of space?!"
Fear flashed in the demon's eyes.
The strange demonic energy was notoriously difficult to counter. Most ordinary strength would be useless. But Ye Feng didn't rely on just one force—he wielded both the chaos-driven Heavenly Flame and spatial manipulation. The combination gave his flame a potency far beyond normal comprehension.
Under the relentless burning of the Heavenly Flame, the demon shadow's form grew increasingly unstable. It writhed and shrieked, its voice weakening by the second.
"That young man," a soft voice echoed in Ye Feng's mind. It was the voice of the Xuantian Palace spirit. "The demon's power comes from those tainted divine artifacts. If you sever its link to them using spatial force, it will be unable to draw strength and will collapse completely."
Yet Ye Feng didn't act on that advice. Instead, he intensified the flow of chaos energy. A divine pattern slowly emerged on his forehead—the mark of the God of Chaos.
"That symbol… it looks so familiar… I've heard of it somewhere… It's in the legends… but why can't I remember…?" the demon shadow muttered, its voice growing faint.
A minute passed.
Then—silence.
The black ocean below evaporated completely. The massive demonic shadow dissolved, leaving only a small black bead hovering in mid-air—no larger than a coin.
Ye Feng reached out.
Swoosh!
The bead shot toward him, hovering just above his palm.
"What is that?" Ying Huanhuan asked, stepping forward with curiosity in her eyes.
"In my previous life, I killed several Demon Kings, but I've never seen something like this. It almost looks like a relic."
Ye Feng examined the bead. "It's the crystallization of refined demonic energy. You could say… it's the relic of an alien demon."
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed the black bead.
Boom!
A shockwave pulsed through his body. Ye Feng closed his eyes, sensing the explosion of energy within his soul.
"Three-star God Soul…" he muttered, stunned. "That tiny crystal just raised my soul realm by an entire star?"
"System," Ye Feng called silently, "why can I assimilate alien demon crystals?"
"Host," the system replied. "Your confusion is also mine. I cannot provide an answer."
"Even the system doesn't know…" Ye Feng's heart quivered. He pulled out the other demon relics he had collected earlier and consumed them one after another.
Boom! Boom!
Each crystal fused into his body like a tonic, lifting his cultivation step by step.
"Five-star God Soul!"
He stood frozen in disbelief. Each relic had pushed his soul cultivation up by one entire level. These so-called demonic relics were no curse to him—they were priceless treasures.
"Master Bing, who is this man?" the baby-like light-body floated to Ying Huanhuan's side, its voice full of awe. "He can refine demons and devour the black relics… even the previous master couldn't do that."
"His name is Ye Feng," Ying Huanhuan said softly. "He calls himself the God of Creation."
"God of Creation? What does that mean?"
"I don't really know either," she said. "But now that we've found you, you should come with us. If you acknowledge Feng as your master, it will protect you from being targeted by demons again. Honestly, calling someone like him master won't tarnish your pride."
"Recognize me as your master?" Ye Feng raised a brow at the glowing child, a little amused.
"Feng, this spirit may look like a child, but Xuantian Palace is the tenth-ranked divine item of ancient times," Ying Huanhuan explained. "It has a unique ability—given enough materials, it can automatically refine divine objects. Considering you hate refining weapons, this might be perfect for you."
"Alright, from now on, you'll follow me."
Ye Feng accepted with a nod.
With Xuantian Palace at his side, forging weapons was no longer a concern. Besides, many divine objects here could rival top-tier artifacts in the Douluo Plane. With its help, he could finally prepare some proper gifts for Xiao Wu and the others.
At that moment, Xuantian Palace's spirit raised its brows, and a ray of light floated out from between them toward Ye Feng.
"Drip your blood essence onto this," it said. "Once the mark is placed, you'll gain full control of Xuantian Palace and all the divine objects within it."
Ye Feng accepted the light seal, bit his fingertip, and dripped his blood onto it. As the essence fused into the seal, a rush of warmth flowed through his body. A deep connection with Xuantian Palace was immediately established.
"Where to next?" Ye Feng asked.
"We should rescue Senior Sister," Ying Huanhuan said, her expression turning serious. "I can sense her aura… it's faint, and she's in danger."
Ding Dong!
"Congratulations. You have obtained the Xuantian Palace, the tenth-ranked divine object on the Ancient Divine Artifact List of the Tianxuan Continent. This action subverts the original timeline. Originally, this treasure belonged to Lin Dong. You have received 3,300 attribute points as a reward."
…
The dizziness from the spatial transfer faded quickly.
Tang Xinlian and Mu Lingshan opened their eyes—and gasped.
Before them stretched a vast, endless sea of black fog. It rolled and surged, formed entirely of demonic energy. From its depths came countless twisted shrieks, and as the fog rose, it coalesced into monstrous black pythons that slithered toward the sky.
But above the fog was a golden formation, vast and ancient. Golden light radiated downward, suppressing the demonic fog. However, under the constant pressure of the corruption below, the formation was gradually dimming.
"This demonic aura… it's even stronger than the last one," Tang Xinlian whispered. "Just what kind of demon is sealed down there? Could it be…"
Her voice trembled.
"…a Demon King?"
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