The Ancestor Lord Palace

As He Heng traveled onward, he suddenly raised his head and spotted a floating island.

No, it shouldn't be called an island. It was actually a massive boulder, pitch-black in color, with mysterious fluctuations and extraordinary material.

"Mm, not bad. A good material for Artifact Refining. I can melt it into the Eternal Kingdom." As he spoke, he was about to reach out and take the boulder.

"Fellow Daoist, please hold your hand!" To his surprise, there was a living being on the boulder. Seeing He Heng about to take it, the creature hurriedly called out.

He Heng had already known there was a living creature up there, so he wasn't surprised. It was a demon, though of course, demons were one of the races of the Death World.

He was two meters tall, with fine purple scales covering his body from the neck down. His blue hair had long since lost its luster, and a spiraling silver horn grew from his head. Setting aside the scales covering his body, the demon's face was rather handsome. In particular, he had a pair of furry bear ears that softened his otherwise savage demonic appearance.

"Damn it, I just swore by the female relatives of the highest existence in the Death World. If... he could let me... see another person in this godforsaken place... I'd die right now and still consider it worth it. The highest existence... damn his mother! I really did get to see someone... Does he want me dead?!" The demon weakly struggled to his feet, cursing furiously in a feeble voice. He seemed to have barely enough strength left to speak.

He Heng calmly watched him, finding him rather interesting. This was a King-level expert; otherwise, he could never have survived in a place like this. Still, it