Sealing the Agreement, Making Every Preparation!

The Yama Archipelago filled with Blood Qi aura.

Shi Jian stood in mid-air, his thunder spear impaling Xuanlie's mangled corpse; with a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the body into the churning sea below.

The White Crane transformed into human form and landed in front of the ruins of the Yama Hall. It snapped its folding fan shut and clicked its tongue in amazement, saying, "These Devil Cultivator have certainly amassed quite a fortune."

Without wasting words, Shi Jian strode into the dilapidated hall.

His Divine Sense swept across the entire island, instantly covering every part of it.

A moment later, he made a grasping motion with one hand.

Boom!

The ground shattered, and a stone tablet engraved with scarlet demonic patterns burst forth from the earth, eventually falling into Shi Jian's palm. Demonic energy overflowed from it, emanating a Sha Qi aura.

"The vessel for the inheritance of demonic arts."

Shi Jian probed into it with his Divine Sense, quickly filtering out the insidious and vicious demonic Devil Cultivation Method, and went straight to the core secrets.

Soon, he found a record about the Kunyuan Secret Realm.

"The Kunyuan Land, which absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, is suspected to be the place where High Antiquity great being passed away; however, it is sealed off by heaven and earth, making advancement hopeless."

"Our sages of the demonic path once attempted to use a method of gathering the blood of ten thousand souls to forcibly open the secret realm, but the righteous path blocked their way, and their efforts were in vain."

Shi Jian put away the stone tablet and threw it to Yuan Shan and the other Demon King outside.

"Take a look. The records of the Devil Cultivator are exactly the same as those of the Grand Purity Sect; with this mutual corroboration, the matter of the Dao Tomb can be confirmed as true."

Yuan Shan took the stone tablet, scanned it with his Divine Sense, and his expression became solemn.

The four demons— Mountain-Moving, Sea-Overturning, Eight-Tentacled, and Abyss Fish— also circulated the book in succession.

"It seems that the Profound Spirit Continent really is a cemetery; the records from various Human Race corroborate each other, so there's no mistake."

The Eight-Tentacled Demon King's tentacles contracted, a resolute glint flashing in its eyes.

Shi Jian, holding the Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear upside down, swept his gaze over the demons. "The Human Race was embroiled in internal strife back then, missing a golden opportunity. Now that the continent belongs to the Demon Race, we seven Nascent Soul are the last remaining elite fighting force in this world."

"Ten years later, the Kunyuan Secret Realm will open."

"At that time, we will Kunyuan Mountain Range and work together to tear this cage apart; if anyone retreats, I, Shi Jian, will be the first to kill him."

Yuan Shan, leaning on the towering pillar, nodded emphatically at this moment:

"Our clan will certainly do everything in its power to help."

"Instead of staying here, fighting and warring with each other, we should venture out and see a wider world."

"We Demon Race have long lifespans; even a Nascent Soul can live for two or three thousand years."

"Our current stagnation in cultivation Non-Self to a lack of talent; it is due to the limitations imposed by the rules of this realm. We are unwilling to remain stagnant."

"Since everyone shares this sentiment, my Sea Beast Demon Domain will never back down," the Abyss Fish Demon King declared in a deep voice.

The agreement was made, and the seven Demon King dispersed.

With the destruction of the Devil Cultivator of the West Sea, the Nascent Soul of the Human Race was completely eradicated; just as in the past, the Human Race swept across all the Demon Race on the continent.

The Demon Race's Nascent Soul stage was destroyed, leaving them only able to eke out a living in the four seas; it was through this struggle that the four Sea Race were able to rise to prominence.

Now, the Profound Spirit Continent has once again ushered in an era of pure Demon Race!

The Myriad Demon Domain, Purple Firmament Peak.

After Shi Jian returned, he immediately sealed off the Purple Pivot Secret Realm.

Over the next ten years, he must adjust himself to his peak condition; breaking into the tomb of the Spirit Transformation will be no easy task.

In the center of Leichi, Shi Jian sat cross-legged.

The Immortal Foundation [Purple Pivot Lightning] was operating wildly, and the origin within his body intertwined and entwined, transforming into a purple-gold thunder nebula that slowly rotated around the Nascent Soul bear.

He continuously refined his Immortal Foundation, comprehending the principles and rationalities within it, until he perfected it.

The Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear hovered in front of him, with eighteen dragon souls wandering within its shaft, greedily devouring the vast lightning and nurturing its sharpness.

Besides one's own cultivation level and Law Treasure.

Beside Shi Jian were several high-grade magic Law Treasure that emanated powerful energy.

These were all spoils he had plundered from the Grand Purity Sect, the Righteous Qi Gate, the Supreme Purity Sect, and the Devil Cultivator of the West Sea.

"Human Race gadgets, though flashy, are not bad as consumables to ward off disasters."

Shi Jian casually picked up a shield engraved with the Xuanwu totem, poured lightning into it, forcibly erased the divine soul imprint on it, and branded it with his own aura.

The seven superior-grade magic Law Treasure —a shield, a magic mirror, a duster, a magic sword, and a longsword—were all roughly refined by him and stored in his storage Law Treasure.

When raiding the tomb of the Spirit Transformation Lord Huashen, it's always good to have extra armor.

On the other side, White Cloud Peak.

The White Crane, unlike its usual leisurely self, was now directing Shu Baoshan and other Demon General to inventory supplies and search for usable resources.

"Crane Lord, this is already the seventh Human Race secret realm we've unearthed."

Shu Baoshan wiped the sweat from his brow and presented a storage Law Treasure: "So far, we have collected five high-grade Law Treasure items and three fourth-tier talismans."

White Crane took out a fourth-tier talisman, examined its spiritual essence; it was all excellent defensive talisman, and then carefully put it away.

"Keep digging! Those Human Race are well hidden. Send out all the Space Dao demons to search every inch of space!"

Shu Baoshan was taken aback. "Crane Lord, our Demon Race has always disdained Human Race Treasure Talisman and talismans, what are you doing...?"

White Crane slammed his folding fan hard on Shu Baoshan's head. "You brat, what do you know! What we're about to do is something that will shake the heavens!"

Even your arrogant ancestor wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous. What's wrong with me preparing more life-saving items?

The White Crane chuckled and shook its head.

He knew very well how deep the waters were in the Kunyuan Secret Realm.

The methods left behind by the Immortal Lord of the Spirit Transformation Realm, even after ten thousand years of erosion, are by no means something that these few, at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage Realm, can easily contend with.

What's the point of saving face? Survival is the only thing that matters.

They say they dislike Human Race items, but when it comes to a life-or-death situation, these things can help them to some extent.

"Go, search for more Human Race secret realms."

"If you can find any defensive magical Law Treasure or escape-type talismans, bring them all to me; whoever finds the most will be richly rewarded!"

Following this call, the entire Myriad Demon Domain...

Under the will of Shi Jian and White Crane, everything was constantly operating, continuously scouring the ruins of the Human Race in search of treasures.

The Human Race's accumulated foundation over ten thousand years; even now, all of Human Race's Nascent Soul have perished.

There's still quite a bit left, enough to contribute.

Time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Early winter of the 75th year of the Myriad Demons Calendar.

In the center of the Profound Spirit Continent, Kunyuan Mountain Range.

This forbidden land, shrouded in gray fog year-round, is undergoing a dramatic change today.

The gray fog began to churn violently, contracting towards its center; from the depths of the earth, came a series of muffled rumbling sounds.

The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth became violently intense.

The Spiritual Qi from all directions transformed into a visible tide of spiritual power, flowing in from all directions and continuously surging into the Kunyuan Mountain Range.

The Kunyuan Secret Realm, which opens only once every hundred years, is about to appear in the world.

At the summit of Kunyuan Lonely Peak, the void is torn apart.

A vortex slowly twisted between heaven and earth, and Spiritual Qi from all around continuously gathered, forming a giant vortex that covered an area of hundreds of miles!

A spatial gate opened at the center of the vortex!