"Tch, just as expected..." After seven or eight days of continuous escape, Qing Yanjing could clearly feel the number of Evil Race patrols increasing along the way. Although they were still within her capacity to handle, she could sense that these squads were stronger than before. If things kept going like this, it was only a matter of time before one appeared that she couldn't instantly eliminate. And once someone managed to release a signal flare, things would become far more troublesome.
"Let me take over. I've sensed a powerful squad up ahead, and the one leading it is a Demon Emperor-level entity." Xiao Yan's voice rang in her heart as she flew, prompting her to nod and immediately halt her flight. She released Xiao Yan from the Heavenly Tomb and allowed herself to be taken back into it.
She had flown non-stop for an entire day and night. Her spiritual energy depletion aside, her mind was also growing weary. In her current state, dealing with a Demon Emperor quickly would be unrealistic. It was better to leave it to Xiao Yan, who was still in peak condition. What she didn't know, however, was that Xiao Yan had no intention of brute-forcing his way through.
Xiao Yan understood well that the key to escaping wasn't in how many enemies one could kill—it was about how effectively one could avoid detection. Only in situations where there was no other option would one resort to head-on confrontation. Otherwise, stealth and misdirection were the optimal paths for escaping from the Extraterritorial Evil Race.
Therefore, instead of attacking the approaching squad, he activated his Heart Demon state upon emerging. With a thought, he circulated the Dragon Phoenix Art and transformed his body into the Flame Spirit form.
His form quickly turned translucent—a unique trait of the Falling Heart Flame. Aside from summoning heartfire, one of the flame's greatest strengths was its invisibility and lack of aura, making it exceptionally difficult to detect. Xiao Yan intended to exploit this property to avoid the ongoing patrols.
With his current mastery over Heavenly Flames, and now that his body had transformed into a flame spirit, it was easy for him to take the form of Emperor Flame or even something subtler like the Falling Heart Flame. However, flames by nature emit heat, and that risked attracting attention. So he quietly channeled the power of the Ice Ancestor Symbol, using its energy to suppress his body temperature.
To be absolutely safe, he even shrouded his body in soul energy to block off all aura emissions. As long as no one scanning the area possessed Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign-level soul perception, he was confident he could pass through undetected.
The Heart Demon state also served another purpose—it suppressed his heartbeat. At the level of a Heavenly Sovereign, even the faintest sound could give away a location. If he didn't control it, a trained Demon Emperor could lock onto him just from the pulse.
As he maneuvered past the patrol squads, Xiao Yan's thoughts remained sharp. Though the Extraterritorial Evil Race had indeed increased their forces, there was still no fixed pattern in their patrol formations. This meant they hadn't locked down his trajectory yet. That was his window of opportunity. If he could maintain this advantage, his chances of escaping would rise significantly.
Thanks to the Creation Green Lotus, Xiao Yan's spiritual energy reserves were far greater than Qing Yanjing's. While she could only manage two or three days of external flight, Xiao Yan could endure an entire week. He was also faster. With this extra week, combined with the earlier seven to eight days of flight, they had already crossed nearly half the distance to their destination.
After flying for another stretch of time, Xiao Yan spotted a black palace wrapped in dark clouds. The ominous aura it radiated was suffocating. From the fragments of Duantian's memories he had inherited, he quickly identified the place—it belonged to a race known as the Demon-Eye Clan. Though not one of the Thirty-Two Great Races, they still held a prestigious position among the Extraterritorial Evil Race.
He sensed the palace carefully and discovered a powerful presence inside—one just shy of the Immortal-grade Heavenly Sovereign level. That had to be the clan leader of the Demon-Eye Clan. Xiao Yan had no intention of engaging someone that powerful directly. He immediately flew higher and attempted to pass over the palace as quickly and quietly as possible.
But just as he was about to soar past, a sharp screech pierced through the air. A black spear shot toward him at blinding speed. Xiao Yan twisted his body midair, narrowly avoiding the spear that could have pierced even a Heavenly Sovereign's defenses. His eyes narrowed as he looked toward the palace below—there, a shadowy figure stood, staring coldly in his direction. Clearly, this individual had discovered him and launched the attack.
The figure's aura was far stronger than that of the three Demon Emperors Xiao Yan had previously faced. But what was most disturbing was that, in addition to the figure's two eyes, a third eye was situated in the middle of his forehead—a deep black vertical pupil that gave him the eerie resemblance of a mythological Erlang Shen.
Under the scan of that third eye, Xiao Yan felt an uncomfortable sensation, as if his entire being was being peeled apart layer by layer. No doubt, the reason this demon was able to detect him despite his concealment was precisely because of that strange eye.
"You dodged that, huh?" the Three-Eyed Demon Emperor murmured, eyes still locked onto Xiao Yan. The third eye on his forehead focused sharply, filled with swirling gray currents—like a miniature black hole swirling with destruction.
Though the eye hadn't yet unleashed an attack, Xiao Yan had no doubts about its power. That eye could probably obliterate even an Immortal-grade Heavenly Sovereign in an instant. This Demon-Eye Clan certainly had their own terrifying trump cards.
"Tch. So you're really going to go all out, huh..." Feeling the space around him tighten as if it were sealed off, Xiao Yan sighed lightly. Then, he slowly closed his eyes. There was no more avoiding it. If a battle was inevitable, then so be it.
"It's not like you're the only one with a third eye."
As a mysterious, profound light shimmered, a brilliant glow began to form on Xiao Yan's forehead. A crevice slowly opened, revealing a radiant, multi-colored Mystic Eye. It was veiled in rainbow light and streaked with pale threads of spiritual patterns, as if forming a miniature world within its depths—mysterious, grand, and profound beyond words.
(End of Chapter)
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