Entering the Spirit-Devouring Forest

Yan Chihuo returned to his residence, deeply satisfied. This time, he had traded a top-grade Spirit Tool for that stick of remaining incense. He had figured it out now: Yuan Xi had somehow guessed his identity but lacked solid proof. That was why he had sent Yuan Sheng to hold him up while going to search for evidence himself.

In other words, Yan Chihuo was still relatively safe for now. But once Yuan Xi found proof, he would die without even a burial ground. With guilt lurking in his heart, he had not gone to see Yuan He. Otherwise, he would surely have learned why Yuan Xi had merely sent someone to obstruct him rather than capture him outright.

Thus, Yan Chihuo decided to seek a way out through the Spirit-Devouring Forest. His formations had delighted the vine demon, so he had some confidence that these plant demons would agree to let him escape through the Spirit-Devouring Forest.

Counting on his fingers, Yan Chihuo found that the night of the full moon was only two days away. He could only hope that Yuan Xi would not find any evidence during those two days—or, fearing complications, would simply capture him directly.

Over these two days, Yan Chihuo only took Soul Repair Pills to tend to his injuries. His soul force was formidable to begin with, and together with the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations, he had fully recovered. This gave Yan Chihuo no small measure of comfort.

The Spirit-Devouring Forest was strange beyond measure, and he was far from certain he could escape alive. If he still carried injuries, fighting would only become even more troublesome.

That night, Yan Chihuo raised his head to look at the full moon in the night sky, then raced toward the Spirit-Devouring Forest. Since the Spirit-Devouring Forest