"No..."
Deep within the Primordial Battlefield of the Death World, a demonic shadow disintegrated into ashes amid a furious roar.
It was a Primordial Wraith formed from hundreds and thousands of types of Curse power. It could use the Curse power drifting through the Primordial Battlefield to reshape its soul body and regenerate. In this age when emperors did not emerge, even a Stone Person King would have a headache upon encountering something like it. Yet before the Stone Jar, suspected to be the Source of All Evil, it was merely nourishment.
The Stone Jar restrained countless Curse powers, so the demonic shadow's fate was obvious. The surging Curse power, like raging waves, was completely absorbed by the Stone Jar, and the demonic shadow also entered it, falling into eternal silence. The Stone Jar withdrew its radiance and became plain and unadorned, utterly ordinary.
"The roots and seeds of the Dream Flower can be left to Qingqing and Keke."
With a raised hand, Yan Kuan summoned half a withered root from where the demonic shadow had hidden. The dry root was only a foot long, shriveled and devoid of moisture, nearly rotten. It seemed as though it would snap at the lightest touch. He reached out again and fetched a glowing seed from somewhere on the battlefield.
Within the heavens and cosmos of the Eternal Life Realm, there were not many experts who had cultivated from plants, but there were all kinds of miraculous divine roots, some of which even Yan Kuan could not identify. Some even had uses for him. He put away the half-dead root and seed before continuing onward.
After traveling another hundred or so miles, he sensed a powerful and terrifying fluctuation. Demonic mist churned beneath the gloomy sky, followed by an enormous crack that nearly