The Black Prison Venerable

After some thought, he decided to go check out the Treasure Land first.

After all, it was his first time here. In his past life, he'd only read about it in novels—there was still a big gap between reality and text.

Walking along the main street of Redbud Island.

Suddenly.

"Demon Flame King!"

Yan Ning turned around in confusion.

There stood a massive silver-gray wolf, staring coldly at him.

This wolf demon was over thirty meters long, its fur bristling like steel needles, with a blood-moon-shaped pattern on its forehead. Chilling mist seeped between its stark white fangs.

What drew the eye most were its blood-red eyes, like twin blood moons suspended in the void.

"Blood Moon King?"

Yan Ning recognized this famous Sealed King powerhouse from the Demon Clan camp.

"Didn't expect to find you here."

The Blood Moon King bared its massive maw in a vicious grin. "The Three-Clan Alliance's kill order has spread across the universe, and you still dare swagger into the Ancestral God Sect?"

Yan Ning casually flicked dust off his sleeve. "Oh? Since when did Redbud Island become your Demon Clan's territory?"

"Sharp tongue!"

The Blood Moon King let out a low growl, blood-colored mist rising around its body.

"I can't make a move on Redbud Island, but you'll have to leave sooner or later..."

Before it could finish, a wisp of pitch-black Bone Burial blade light suddenly condensed at Yan Ning's fingertip.

That blade light seemed faint, yet it caused fine cracks to spread through the surrounding space.

"You can try."

Yan Ning said softly.

The Blood Moon King's pupils shrank sharply, and it instinctively retreated half a step.

It remembered the rumors of Yan Ning's million-kilometer Divine Body, and his feat of killing the Zerg Mother Queen Irene.

It knew it was no match for him.

The Blood Moon King snorted coldly, gave Yan Ning a long look, and said, "We'll see about that."

With that, it turned and left.

Yan Ning dismissed the blade light, watching the wolf demon's retreating figure, a chill flashing through his eyes.

If not for being on Redbud Island, if they'd been anywhere else, that bastard would already be dead beneath his blade.

After the Blood Moon King left, it immediately transmitted the news to its clan's experts through the Demon Clan's unique communication method.

"Demon Flame King has appeared at the Ancestral God Sect's Redbud Island!"

This news spread like a storm through the Demon Clan's upper echelons, quickly reaching the ears of the Mechanical Clan and the Zerg.

Deep within Redbud Island, inside a blood-colored palace.

"A bounty of one treasure."

An even larger Blood Moon Wolf opened its blood-red eyes, its voice low.

"Worth the risk."

The same scene played out among the Mechanical Clan and the Zerg.

Within the Mechanical Clan's Virtual Universe, countless data streams converged.

[Target Analysis: Demon Flame King]

[Combat Assessment: Sealed King Invincible]

[Special Ability: Million-Kilometer Divine Body Clone]

[Bounty Amount: 5 Treasure Points]

[Action Recommendation: Coordinated Encirclement and Kill]

Back on Redbud Island, Yan Ning was oblivious to these undercurrents.

He stood at the entrance to the Treasure Land, gazing at the towering mountain range before him.

"So this is the Treasure Land?"

The entire mountain range exuded an ancient, weathered aura. Strange carvings and patterns were visible everywhere on the mountain's surface.

What drew the eye most were the countless points of light floating above the summit—each one representing a precious treasure.

"They say this place holds the treasures left behind by generations of Ancestral God Sect experts."

A glint of anticipation flashed in Yan Ning's eyes. Just as he was about to step inside, he felt the Virtual Universe receiver on his arm vibrate.

It was a communication request from Golden Feather Venerable.

"Master?"

Yan Ning answered the call, and the projection of Golden Feather Venerable immediately materialized.

"Disciple, I just received word that the three races already know you've gone to the Ancestral God Sect."

Golden Feather Venerable's expression was grave.

"They'll likely make a move against you inside the secret realm."

Yan Ning's brow furrowed slightly. "It's that Blood Moon King."

Yan Ning pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Master, rest assured. Your disciple knows what he's doing."

After the call ended, Yan Ning gazed toward the distant Five-Colored Aurora Lake, a flicker of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Want to kill me? Then let's see who dies first!"

He turned and stepped into the Treasure Land.

This was a vast, boundless expanse of heaven and earth. Tens of billions of peaks of every conceivable shape rose from the ground—some like sharp swords piercing the clouds, others like coiled dragons winding and twisting.

The five-colored aurora flowed overhead, casting the entire landscape in a dreamlike, illusory glow.

Here, Yan Ning also saw countless lifeforms he had never encountered before.

Rock-type, flesh-type, energy-type, plant-type, and many other special beings.

All kinds of strange and bizarre.

Basically, if it existed in the universe, it was probably here.

His gaze was fixed on a clear target: the tallest 108 peaks.

These peaks were easy to distinguish because they towered far above the rest.

Yan Ning flew forward.

Just as he reached the halfway point, a massive black wolf suddenly flashed up from below.

What!

Boom!!

That figure moved with incredible speed!

One kick sent him flying.

Then came a wild, arrogant laugh.

"Hahaha, human, so you're Demon Flame King? Doesn't look like much to me."

Yan Ning's body shot backward like a cannonball, slamming deep into the mountain behind him.

Dust billowed, gravel flew in all directions, and the entire area trembled from the impact.

The arrogant laughter rang out like thunder. A colossal beast stood in the air, exuding a suffocating pressure.

It was a pitch-black giant elephant nearly a hundred meters tall, its muscles knotted like mountain ranges.

It wore a set of dark-gold battle armor, an extremely precious defensive treasure.

"It's Black Prison Venerable!"

A cry of surprise came from the alien experts watching from afar.

"It actually made a move against Demon Flame King? Now this is going to be interesting!"

Black Prison Venerable grinned savagely, its thick trunk swinging as lightning crackled and popped, as if showing off its power.

It looked down from on high at the direction where Yan Ning had fallen, its scarlet eyes full of contempt.

"Human, I heard you have a million-kilometer Divine Body clone? What, afraid to bring it out?"

It taunted, its voice rumbling like muffled thunder.

"Or are you scared I'll stomp it flat?"

Inside the mountain, Yan Ning had taken no damage from that strike; his Divine Body was completely intact.

It's trying to provoke me.

Yan Ning's thoughts calmly analyzed the situation in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

The collapsed mountain range below suddenly exploded. A pitch-black figure shot up like a demon god, moving at such extreme speed that even space was torn open by a long, thin crack!

Yan Ning was wreathed in the pitch-black Burial Intent, his gaze ice-cold, his killing intent spreading like a tangible force.

His right hand clenched empty air, and a war blade appeared in his grip. On the blade's edge, Burial Intent coiled.

"Ambush me?"

His voice was low and frigid.

"You're asking for death!"

Black Prison Venerable let out a cold sneer.

"What, you want to make a move against me?"

Yan Ning fell silent. If he did make a move, it would likely provoke an attack from the Five-Colored Aurora Lake.

That strike the fellow had just landed on him was more about humiliation.

It couldn't be counted as a real fight.

"Heh, I know there's no way to fight here, so you don't need to provoke me."

Yan Ning slowly drifted forward.

Behind him, the Black Hole Clone descended with a crash!!

Boundless divine might shook the universe!!

Black Prison Venerable frowned.

This fellow's clone!!

"Innate secret art, Black Domain!!"