Falling Star Valley

Li Yan knew that countless peerless experts were hidden nearby. That was what gave him this terrifying feeling.

Under the circumstances, even if, by some remote chance, Li Yan managed to see Zhao Min,

taking her away would be nothing but a fool's dream.

Even if they could not be bothered to act personally and let him leave the Holy Devil Palace, a casual word from them would be enough. Anyone from below the mountainside could probably come out and swat Li Yan dead.

That was without even counting the old monsters hidden within those sects and Lineages. In the city alone, Li Yan had seen Gold Core Realm cultivators as numerous as hairs on an ox.

Before coming, Li Yan had still held on to a sliver of hope. Though he knew how vast the Holy Devil Palace was, he had wanted to try. Otherwise, he would never have been able to let it go.

But the moment he entered the city, he knew it had been wishful thinking. Every last scrap of hope had been snuffed out.

"Strength. I need strength!"

As he flew, Li Yan clenched his hands inside his long robe. Never had he felt so helpless and small. He needed to plan his next move carefully.

This trip to the Holy Devil Palace had not been entirely fruitless. He had bought many jade slips about the Lost Continent, along with several decent defensive talismans and three bottles of pills.

Li Yan was not short of magical treasures. He still had several on him, all obtained during the war against demonic cultivators on the Desolate Moon Continent, but none suited him particularly well.

They could only serve as supplementary tools.

The Gui Water Immortal Sect's immortal arts were ill-suited to other magical treasures. Although Li Yan