A Hundred Pills, Ten Thousand Tribulations, Patriarch Divine Void Awakens

Jianyang Prefecture residence.

Shen Yi had already returned to the courtyard and listened as Wu Shan tirelessly finished recounting how Lord Yang had come to demand answers.

"Utterly absurd. Without a shred of evidence, they immediately decided that our nine western prefectures had concealed the demon disaster instead of reporting it, and you were even considering things from their perspective—right, how did things go over there?"

The burly, stout fat man spat, then suddenly asked with curiosity, "A demon disaster serious enough to make you personally make the trip can't have been a small matter."

"It has already been dealt with."

Shen Yi stretched his arms and gave a simple reply.

On his way back, he had already turned every one of those demon household heads into Suppression Stones and dispatched them throughout all twenty-seven prefectures of the Great Southern Continent.

Perhaps life in the remote wilderness had been too leisurely, with too little slaughter. Nearly sixty percent of those demon immortals had lived past half their lifespan, with few young among them. As a result, almost all the demon lifespan he had just earned had been poured back in, leaving him with only a little over four hundred tribulations.

Yet Shen Yi was unusually free of heartache. There was even a rare ease on his face.

After all, if he wished to "hold multiple posts" without exposing any flaws, then he absolutely could not be trapped in one place.

Only if the Great Southern Continent remained free of trouble would Shen Yi have the spare capacity to maneuver among the three sects.

Compared with the Divine Dynasty, Patriarch Divine Void and the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva would truly take his life the moment they sensed something was amiss.

As for the lacking part of his own cultivation, someone would naturally make