Purifying Spirit Liquid

The Heavenly Demon Saint Emperor, with the bloodline of the Netherworld Phoenix Clan, an old monster who had survived since the era of Martial Dao Masters, coupled with the Demon Race's innate comprehension reaching seven thousand—naturally greater than that of humans—the Saint Emperor Talisman he had forged was indeed terrifying!

The densely packed grand formations within did not surprise Nie Yun. What shocked him beyond measure was that it actually contained a powerful Soul Imprint.

This Soul Imprint was not the slightest bit weaker than his own. It was also at 999 gradients!

No wonder Thousand Illusions had said the Saint Emperor Palace was not easy to enter, and Old Drunkard had been so grave. The Heavenly Demon Saint Emperor was at the ninth level of the secret realm and possessed a 999-gradient soul. His combat strength truly was not something Nie Yun could contend with at present.

Unless he were on the Floating Sky Continent, borrowing the power of the eight Sect Master's Seals.

Looks like I need to be careful—more careful than ever!

His soul withdrew the instant it made contact and did not draw the attention of the Soul Imprint within the talisman. Nie Yun's expression was solemn.

This was not the Floating Sky Continent, but the Demon Country—and the Demon Emperor's lair at that. If the other party detected even the slightest clue, things would become truly troublesome.

"Since you all know the rules, follow me into the Saint Emperor Palace!"

Seeing that everything that needed to be said had been said, Yao Shang nodded. With a sweep of his hand, a towering gateway appeared before them, majestic and imposing, carrying the dignity of royalty.

Whoosh!

Yao Shang flew through the gate first, with Nie Yun and the others close behind.

The instant they entered, they