Xiao Qiye opened his eyes, and the somewhat dim light made them uncomfortable.

Unconsciously, it was already night. Xiao Qiye was immersed in the transformation of demon blood, and several two hours had passed in a flash.

His eyes quickly adapted to the light, looking at the master sitting upright, or rather, the Daoist, the owner.

The bloodline that had started transforming within him felt a sense of trembling. When he looked at that figure, Xiao Qiye felt an indescribable sense of submission.

Due to Qing Yu's guidance and his own aptitude, Xiao Qiye made rapid progress in that body refining demon technique and had now initially revealed the effects of the bloodline.

"Master..."

Xiao Qiye unconsciously half-kneeled on the ground, respectfully saying.

"How does it feel?" Qing Yu asked.

"Very good, better than ever before. Disciple feels now filled with power."

"It seems the transformation was very successful," Qing Yu instructed, "Pause your affairs temporarily and focus on transforming the demon body. Within the manor, let the Sword Masters supervise for a while. Once your transformation is complete, the disciples within the manor will receive demon blood from you."

The blood of the saint and demon is not so cheap that just anyone can obtain it. Once Xiao Qiye completely transforms into a demon body, it's expected that some disciples will have mastered swordsmanship, and then he will grant them demon blood.

"Yes."

Xiao Qiye nodded in agreement, slowly retreating.

"This feeling of transforming a life, is it creation?"

In the dim light, Qing Yu's eyes were somewhat lost, seemingly curious about this new thought.

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On the coast of the East Sea, fierce winds stirred angry waves, yet a small boat braved the waves, forcing its way ashore against the storm.

The tumultuous waves surged, but the small boat, like a blade, cleaved through the waves, leaving a long narrow trail behind among the fierce winds and angry tides.

"Boom—"

The small boat slid several yards on the beach, and the old and the young stepped onto the sand.

"Central Plains, we have finally arrived," the young man, appearing under thirty, murmured as he looked at the sand beneath his feet.

"Young Island Master, we escaped," the old man, appearing to be a subordinate, exclaimed in excitement towards the young man.

"Escaped we have, but it's unfortunate that Father and the others did not..."

"Only the two of us remain from Jingliu Island."

Jingliu Island overseas was also a mighty force. The island's master, Liang Tianhai, was a Divinity Realm warrior who dominated the East Sea, scarcely encountering a rival.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Japan was eyeing the Central Plains covetously. How could it allow other Central Plains forces to exist overseas?

Even though many of the overseas people's ancestors hadn't lived in the Central Plains for three generations, Japan wouldn't easily spare them. Because to the Japanese, at this time, there were only two kinds of people in the East Sea: their own, or dead ones.

Those who refused to bow to Japan were all to be killed. Before Japan attacked the Central Plains, they wanted to clear possible obstacles overseas. Jingliu Island was one of the obstacles to be cleared. Even though Jingliu Island had decided to abandon their overseas foundation to return to the Central Plains, Japan did not allow any chance of survival.

Or rather, it was because Jingliu Island decided to return to the Central Plains that Japan must completely eradicate them. Otherwise, adding another Divine Communication battle power to the Central Plains, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

"Young Island Master, what should we do now?" the old man asked.

"What else but revenge?" the Young Island Master responded with a cold smile.

"But Japan..."

"Someone will help us," the Young Island Master turned his gaze toward the darkness in the distance, where a deep blue figure slowly approached, a pair of strange double pupils flashed with keen brilliance in the dark, meeting the Young Island Master's eyes.

The Young Island Master of Jingliu Island, Liang Nixing, was named by Elder Shiming of the Fate Altar during his journey overseas. This person, born under the star of Seven Killings, was the Star Lord of the Seven Killings among the Three Evil Stars devised by Elder Shiming.

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In the Western Regions, endless yellow sands stretched, suddenly from which black death qi surged, breaking through the sands and flying into the Holy Mountain surrounded by three Buddha statues.

"King Qin Guang of the Netherworld Hall, requests an audience with Fantian."

A blade light, as bright as a mirror, cleaved open Buddha Light outside Nalanda Temple, entering boldly into this Buddhist ancestal courtyard.

"King Qin Guang of the Netherworld Hall, or rather Nangong Jue of the Cangsheng Sect, what brings you here?"

A flash of lightning streaked past, and Indra appeared, stopping Nangong Jue's steps before the Fantian Palace.

"The Cangsheng Sect has withdrawn from the Western Regions, only King Qin Guang of the Netherworld Hall can come here," Nangong Jue chuckled lightly and said, "Indra, isn't an old friend welcome?"

"Old friends are certainly welcome," Indra said coldly, "Even wanting the old friend to reside here permanently. Nangong Jue, Fantian is short of an attending child, the poor monk sees you as suitable."

A golden Divine Pestle manifesting immense divine might appeared in Indra's hand, golden Divine Thunder roared, and Indra entwined with Thunder Light was like the Thunder God incarnate, adding a touch of menace to this serene and solemn place.

Seeing this powerful presence erupting after Indra wielded the Divine Pestle, Nangong Jue said knowingly: "Indeed, you have activated the Divine Artifact. In that case, Indra, auspicious day now probably needs a massive slaughter and destruction to assist in refining the Divine Artifact."

"Boom—"

The golden Divine Thunder struck the Sin Mirror Slaughter, the mirror-like blade reflecting Divine Thunder elsewhere, yet the remnants of thunder force still flickered gently on the blade.

Indra now exceeded the past in strength. At least when Nangong Jue had confronted him before, he didn't feel such pressure.

"What do you know?" Indra's voice, like a brewing thunder, carried a sense of intimidation.

Simultaneously, armored Asura walked with determined steps, the intense killing intent targeting Nangong Jue.

For the knowledge possessed by Nangong Jue, the proud Indra didn't shy away from enlisting help to ensure capturing him.

"Not much, but not little either," Nangong Jue replied unperturbed, "The Cangsheng Sect has been in the Western Regions for a century, and the Four Great Families rooted here for hundreds of years. Do you think, in such a long time, we wouldn't investigate some secrets of the Peacock Dynasty? You must know, many Peacock remnants have left you and joined our Cangsheng Sect."

"So Mu Cangsheng is aware too?"

"Of course," Nangong Jue laughed, "No one can hide from the Sect Hierarch. Hence, we know a little about your secrets. For instance, what auspicious day currently needs..."

"You plan to let the auspicious day refine the Divine Artifact right before the final invasion, aren't you? No need to wait so long; we offer you an opportunity. The Shu Province near the Western Regions is no longer the territory of Daqian, attack Shu Province, annihilate the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Lin Family. Otherwise, we wouldn't mind collaborating with Central Plains Buddhism to launch a massive assault on the Western Regions, annihilating you heretics."

"Consider what to do yourselves."

Death Qi surged, and Nangong Jue flew away, leaving the threatening words still lingering in the air.

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