Demon Temple! Soul Banner! The Scripture of Worship

"Demon bones?"

Zheng Yi's body became a streak of light as he descended from the sky, his feet landing on the hard, gravelly ground.

He extended his palm and grasped at empty air, forming a golden dragon claw that picked up an intact bone from the ground.

The moment the demon bone fell into the phantom dragon claw, an icy chill passed through his palm and surged into his body.

Even through the barrier of his mana's control, it reached Zheng Yi's physical body directly.

The black substance contained within the bone in particular flowed like water, winding toward his arm.

The surging Demonic Aura coiled around his arm, trying to pierce through his skin and enter the depths of his body, as though it intended to merge completely with him.

"Whoosh!"

White light flashed, and a massive Taiji ring emerged behind Zheng Yi.

As the yang fish within it circulated, the power of light instantly spread over his arm, vaporizing the black Demonic Aura. The bone crumbled into powder in his hand.

The power of light directly suppressed the Demonic Aura. Zheng Yi did not even need to act; under the power of light, the demonic energy was reduced to nothingness.

For Zheng Yi, with his cultivation and strength, coupled with his mastery of the Origin Path of light, this terrifying demonic nature was easily dispersed.

But for other races, once they were entangled and invaded by it, it would become a terrifying energy capable of directly striking the body and even the soul.

Across a vast plain, countless bones lay buried, interwoven together, telling of the brutality of the war long ago.

At last, Zheng Yi stopped. Before him stood a majestic, colossal temple.

"Grand and terrifying!"

That was Zheng Yi's first impression.

Though Zheng Yi had long