Chapter 1106 - 582: Great Gains, Trapping the Saint Heir

This time, after fusing with the Saint Heir’s soul essence, he gained the Saint Heir’s growth memories along with a huge advantage.

That is—the Blood Sacrifice Secret Technique Yang Fan previously used, true experts like the Venerable could somewhat detect anomalies.

After all, he was not a true demon. As long as the Venerable traced back to the origin level, they could probably discern the aura that did not belong to demons.

Now, things are different.

The Saint Heir’s essence is the purest form of demon essence. No matter how it’s traced, the final result will certainly be demon.

This thoroughly resolved the issue of identity exposure.

He can disguise himself as a demon, stirring trouble within the Five Colored Flame Race, and wildly create internal conflicts among demons.

Isn’t the essence of demons "out of control"?

I will just help you lose control a bit more, getting closer to the essence of demons.

This knight does good deeds without leaving a name, you need not thank me!

On the other hand.

The realm belonging to the Canglan Civilization, that exists two levels above the World Group, and the surrounding dozen realms are all undergoing the demon calamity initiated by the Qing yang Demon Race.

Yang Fan, having acquired the Saint Heir’s memories, gained a profound understanding of the Qing yang Demon Race.

Even a powerful civilization like the Mei Jia Civilization could hardly find someone who understands demons better than him.

This greatly aids in the Canglan Civilization safely passing through the demon calamity.

Thinking carefully.

With the population density of Canglan Star, it’s possible that demons might establish a hatchery, using part of the population to incubate demons.

Fortunately, he disrupted the Saint Heir’s descent, inflicting serious damage, hence the Saint Heir probably won’t have time to bother Canglan Star for now.

Yang Fan’s mind was full of more thoughts: "The Qing yang Demon Race seems to possess some very powerful technique.

"Even if the entire population of a Civilization World is wiped out, the planet does not fall into the Primordial World, just like the Violent Ape Civilization where the Saint Heir was born.

"If I can master such a technique, I can find a world on the brink of destruction and transform it into a ’sub-base’ for the Canglan Civilization.

"This way, the Canglan Civilization has an extra insurance; if Canglan Star is destroyed someday, the civilization can still continue in the sub-base.

"And the new world not only adds insurance for the civilization, but Canglan People will have more room to expand.

"In the future, when the Canglan People reach 300 billion or 500 billion, all crammed on Canglan Star would be too crowded, most would likely have to live in pigeonholes.

"If several sub-bases were set up, accommodating 50 billion to 100 billion on each planet, the living space and comfort level of the Canglan People would greatly improve."

He kept this matter in mind and listed it as an important long-term goal.

In sum.

This time’s gain was enormous.

Yang Fan moved his finger, and the Ancient God Nether Flame extinguished.

His gaze flickered, and he looked at a family of four who had finished dining.

They were, a middle-aged white official awarded the Level 2 loyalty medal, along with his three young wives.

The middle-aged white man sat like a lord, watching his three wives busily clearing the table.

This guy’s eyes frequently glanced over his wives, his gaze slightly lustful.

In such a scene, it really did not look like a husband and wife.

More like master and servant.

This is also the most vivid depiction of the Federal society.

An extremely strict hierarchy that penetrates every corner of the Federation, including families.

After a while.

Yang Fan stood up, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged white man: "To encounter is fate, so I’ll use you as the scapegoat this time."

The Saint Heir had suffered a huge loss this time, it’s impossible for him not to seek revenge.

Destroying the Descent Altar, draining nearby demon life force is just the beginning; it will surely take further action.

With the Venerable’s terrifying power, even across realms, they can still trace some things.

To be safe, it’s best to make some arrangements, directing suspicion towards the White Flame Race again.

Yang Fan took one step forward, his figure suddenly blurred.

A shadow in a phantom state flashed out from his body, striding towards the middle-aged white man and instantly merging with him.

A subtle and extremely obscure mark was quietly left in the man’s soul.

The middle-aged white man remained unaware, still observing the silhouette of his wife’s bending figure.

From this bloke’s perspective, the scenery wasn’t bad.

Yang Fan felt deeply: "Unconsciously, I’ve grown to a point where I can contend with the Venerable."

He quietly activated the Shuttle Boat, the space fluctuated slightly, and he disappeared without a trace.

In the restaurant.

The middle-aged white man couldn’t suppress some desires in his heart, deciding to do what he wanted now, rather than waiting until bedtime.

He spoke in a commanding tone: "Sarah, come here!"

"Smack!"

The middle-aged white man slapped his thigh.

The meaning was obvious—sit on my lap.

Sarah hesitated a bit, set down the dishcloth used for wiping the table, and obediently walked over.

She sat on her husband’s lap, actively lifting her long skirt.

The other two wives exchanged glances, quickening their cleaning movements.

Since the middle-aged white man liked seeing women in long skirts, all three wives wore long skirts daily.

No matter what era, this has been a survival tactic for many women.

Compared to men who must exert effort and sweat to acquire survival resources, women only need to please men to easily obtain resources.

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Primordial World.

Pain Wilderness.

From the sky, this is an infinitely vast black wilderness, the surface barren with only deathly silence.

Yet walking on the ground, you can clearly see, this is not an ordinary wilderness.

Every inch of the ground is covered in layers of black bones.

This is clearly a terrifying skull wasteland.

Within the wasteland stands miles-high black monuments, countless in number.

Each monument, similarly constructed from bones, represents a Civilization World destroyed by the Qing yang Demon Race.

On the surface, Pain Wilderness appears uninhabited.

In reality, each skull monument’s interior, expanded by powerful Supernatural Power, contains an independent space.

These spaces are called by demons—Sanctuary Islands.

The Sacred Island is not an ordinary Space Island; they are deeply bound to the Pain Wilderness.

If the wilderness does not perish, the Sacred Island will exist forever.

As for the Qing yang Demon Race, they live within countless Sacred Islands.

At this moment.

Inside a gigantic Sacred Island.

The area of this Sacred Island reaches an astonishing three million square kilometers, larger than most countries on Canglan Star.

It was not this large at the beginning of its creation, but over the long years, it constantly expanded its space, thus forming a giant Space Island.

Unlike what most people imagine.

The environment in which demons live does not touch upon words like "dark" and "dirty."

On the contrary, the environment within the Space Island is quite beautiful.

The weather is fine, with the temperature remaining around ten degrees, and everywhere on the ground are plants in red and green, casting a dazzling vista across the land.

The highest peak on this Space Island rises over ten thousand meters high, like a giant overlooking the Island.

It has a name——Saint Heir Mountain.

As the name suggests, the peak is the residence of the Saint Heir.

Most astonishing is that this mountain has been completely refurbished, its surface covered with gigantic stone carvings.

The Saint Palace where the Saint Heir lives is located within the summit of the mountain.

Due to suffering from a severe deception, losing an important split soul, the Saint Heir is in a state of fury.

The hundreds of servants serving nearby were turned into dried corpses by the Saint Heir’s furious wave of a hand, their life force sucked out completely, then turning into ashes that drifted away.

A new batch of servants rushed in trembling, deftly cleaning up the corpse ashes, not daring to slack even for a moment.

The Saint Heir did not do anything to the second batch of servants.

Because it constantly remembered the saying, "You may lose control, but it must be with restraint."

Unrestrained loss of control would eventually suffer backlash from the Demon Power.

The Saint Heir sat in silence for a while, calming its anger, deciding to trace who the hidden mastermind actually is.

"Puff!"

With a light sound.

The Saint Heir transformed into a cluster of flames and dissipated into emptiness.

The next moment.

It appeared on a twenty-meter-tall bloody altar.

The surface of the altar is engraved with many eye-like patterns.

In the supernatural world, any pattern has a specific meaning, never meaningless decoration.

These eye patterns usually represent detection and observation.

Soon.

Living sacrifices were brought over one by one.

These are the sacrifices "stored" year-round on the Sacred Island and are trophies from various civilizations.

As the blood sacrifice rapidly proceeded, a blood mist floated above the altar, forming an eye pattern.

When the sacrifices exceeded three thousand, the eye became distinct as if solid.

The Saint Heir felt it was about right and then activated another ability of the altar.

"Buzz~"

The altar trembled lightly.

The Saint Heir’s vertical pupil instantly turned blood-red, looking somewhat eerie.

The blood-red eye opened, within it flashed large quantities of fragmented images quickly.

Despite the great distance between the Pain Wilderness and the Canglan Civilization, demons have established many altars on Canglan Star, and this Advanced Altar possesses great power.

Thus, the Saint Heir, by relying on Supernatural Power, still gained much information.

It "saw" the mistress of Azure Palace, Zhang Hehua, circling the Descent Altar, casually reaching out to touch the altar, quietly injecting some marks into it.

The many demons standing by watched, yet no one stopped her.

This inevitably made the Saint Heir curse "useless," wishing to resurrect them and torment them to death.

It continued to trace using Zhang Hehua as a clue, encountering some obstacles, receiving almost nothing but information related to men and women.

The Saint Heir immediately understood that this must be the enemy deliberately misleading.

Its vertical pupil flickered, shouting again: "Add ten thousand more sacrifices."

As long as the number of sacrifices is sufficient, the enemy’s obfuscation methods can be penetrated.

"Yes!"

Half an hour later.

Another ten thousand sacrifices were consumed, and the blood-red eye swelled several times larger.

The Saint Heir finally saw what it wanted to see.

A vague silhouette appeared in a city one hundred kilometers away from the Descent Altar.

The silhouette merged with a middle-aged man, who started to speak something, while Zhang Hehua by the Descent Altar kept nodding.

The true culprit behind the scene has been found!

The tracing continued showing the process of the silhouette entering Canglan Star.

A bit of gray-white flame silently pierced through the realm barrier, falling into Federation territory, transforming into a silhouette.

At this step.

No matter how much further the Saint Heir traced, it still could not get more information about the silhouette.

It naturally understood this was the limit of the tracing.

The enemy’s caution and deliberate deception left a painfully deep impression on it.

The Saint Heir stopped the tracing, deciding to switch directions to investigate: "This Canglan person is used as a vessel, perhaps something can be found in its soul."

The blood-red eye’s pupil expanded slightly, reflecting the image of a middle-aged Caucasian.

A young opposite-sex person sat on this person’s lap, engaged in indescribable behavior.

The images constantly changed, flashing many fragmented scenes, but all were meaningless information.

After a few seconds.

A gray mist appeared in the blood-red eye.

Inside seemed to be surging with something.

The Saint Heir felt delighted: "There is indeed a clue!"

It prepared to manipulate the blood-red eye when suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger.

Startled in its heart, instantly realizing this is yet another trap set by the enemy.