In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.

Feng Haiyang’s eyes fixed on the Tribulation Water before him. Among the turbulent, murky waves, over thirty demonic shadows drifted like fish swimming at the bottom of a stream, swaying back and forth, making soft rustling sounds as if whispering, endlessly lingering by his ears.

In his plan, he needed to gather at least a hundred demons before he felt confident to confront the Xuanmen disciples in battle. As it stood, these were still far from sufficient.

Just as he was about to resume operating his technique for sacrificial refinement, he suddenly felt a fierce tremor in his sleeve, as if the Junyang Pot was incessantly bouncing, forcing him to pause midway and take out the treasure pot from his Sleeve Bag.

When he held it in his hand, it still struggled and trembled restlessly, as if it would fly away at the slightest loosened grip and disappear without a trace.

He couldn’t help but frown slightly. The Junyang Pot and this Star Stone were originally one entity. In this realm, the spiritual mechanism rotates every 108 days, and during this time, the spiritual pot would relocate through the Void, going elsewhere. A token talisman was needed to find it again.

Now it seemed that as the time was nearing, the spiritual mechanism accumulated on the pot and was eager to move, making the commotion increasingly louder.

Once this treasure pot relocated, finding it again would be extremely difficult, and he didn’t have absolute confidence in doing so.

His worry was that if this pot moved to the other side of the Star Stone and was found by a Xuanmen disciple, and they took the Junyang Essence, all his efforts would be in vain.

This time, in the showdown between the Xuanmo and the Six Great Demon Sects, stopping the Xuanmen from seizing the Junyang Essence was of utmost importance. The Demon Sect’s fortune was at its height; gaining the Essence was a cherry on top, but preventing the Xuanmen from acquiring it would be a severely damaging blow. Thus, even if the Demon Sect gained nothing, successfully hindering the Xuanmen would count as a victory in this swordfight.

The Demon Sect had been suppressed by the Xuanmen for thousands of years, and reversing their decline wasn’t something that could be achieved overnight. A victory in the swordfight would be significant beyond measure, inspiring and motivating the Demon Sect disciples. Accompanying Feng Haiyang’s return to the Mountain Gate, his reputation would surge, becoming the foremost among his peers. Even those who had reached the Nascent Soul Third Realm before him would be unable to match him.

Thus, he could expect strong support from the sect, achieving the Cave Heaven within a few hundred years would not be merely a luxury.

Comparing the Nascent Soul Realm with the Phenomenon Realm, it was like the difference between heaven and earth. A cultivator stepping into it would transition from being a chess piece to the one making the moves. Hence, Feng Haiyang had already resolved to fight for this opportunity no matter what.

Thinking of this, he showed a serious expression on his face, as if calculating some important matter.

After carefully pondering for a long time, he finally made up his mind, first raising the Junyang Pot, then taking out a second token talisman from his Sleeve Bag. He opened it and gave a light guide towards the pot, drawing out another mass of Junyang Essence from its spout.

He shouted, operating his Mana, and all thirty-three demons flew out of the Tribulation Water with a roar. Upon seeing this mass of Essence in mid-air, their eyes revealed a greedy and covetous glint, clearly each intending to take a bite. But without Feng Haiyang’s command, they dared not approach, only circling around it continuously.

Feng Haiyang looked somewhat regretfully at the Essence in his hand. Such a mass of Junyang Essence, if obtained by a Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivator, could potentially be used to advance into the Cave Heaven Realm with the right opportunity. Yet now he had to use it to feed the demons, an act of great extravagance. If the elders of the Demon Sect learned of this, they would surely impose harsh punishment.

But the number of demons he had refined was still few, unable to contend with the Xuanmen. Therefore, he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure to enhance the power of the demons and make up for the deficiency.

As long as he defeated the Xuanmen, he could gain more than ten portions of Junyang Essence. But if he didn’t win, taking it back wouldn’t necessarily benefit himself, and would only be a boon to his fellow disciples.

With this in mind, his resolve grew even firmer. He raised his hand and tossed the Essence outward. The demons saw this and immediately swarmed forward, attempting to tear and eat the Essence. Yet this Essence had peculiar properties; it could only be refined as one Qi and couldn’t be divided by any Daoist technique or Dharma Treasure. Thus, after much effort, they couldn’t bite off even the tiniest bit.

These thirty-three demons had already developed spiritual wisdom, and after circling once more, suddenly growled together, then merged into one, opened their mouth wide, and inhaled that mass of Essence. With a fierce shout, they plunged into the Tribulation Water, and in just a moment, many mysterious changes emerged. Their bodies, once seeming both real and illusory, now appeared as a mass of Clear Qi, almost indistinguishable, nearly impossible to detect without careful observation.