The Peril of the Aolai Heavenly Domain!

Wherever the Golden Chariot went, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Cultivators, Immortal Ancient being cultivators, and native beings of the Ruins Continent all retreated, not daring to show the slightest neglect.

"Who is the Spirit Lord atop that chariot?"

"That bearing is even grander than the Yang Family Divine Son's and the Lotus Holy Child's."

"An ancient exotic beast, a Body Integration Middle Stage Demon Venerable, the Golden Plume Divine Chicken, is actually being used as his carriage-pulling mount."

"Three Seventh Tier avian Demon Venerables serving as mounts together—such pomp could only belong to a great power at the Integrated Body Late Stage."

"Look, the Seven-Colored Rooster and the Myriad Souls Demonic Banner. I've heard of this man—he is called Old Demon Qingyuan. Wherever he goes, blades and slaughter never cease."

"It is said that more than a dozen Spirit Lords have already died by his hand."

"Hiss... Old Demon Qingyuan, it's actually him."

"Retreat, don't offend this lord's eyes, or else..."

"..."

The Golden Chariot raced through the air, pulled by Seventh Tier Demon Venerables. Li Qingyuan sat cross-legged in the seat of honor like an emperor inspecting his fief, with Miao Le and Bing Ling'er nestled in his arms on either side.

Miao Le offered him a grape. It was a Seventh Tier Spirit Fruit grown atop an Eighth Tier Spirit Vein, tender and juicy, overflowing with spiritual qi. Most Body Integration Spirit Lords were not qualified to enjoy such a delicacy.

Li Qingyuan had only just swallowed the grape when Bing Ling'er, seated to his right, smiled sweetly and poured him a cup of wine.

Li Qingyuan wrapped his arms around the slender waists of Miao Le and Bing Ling'er, chatting and laughing as he enjoyed high-tier spirit fruits and spirit wine. A smile rested on his