Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 410 - 406: Shen Miaozhu Returns to Great Qian (Two in One 4K, Next - Later)

[Having slain the Golden Winged Nine-Striped Fierce Tiger at the Divinity Transformation Realm, total lifespan 96,000 years, remaining lifespan 21,000 years, absorption complete]

With the last prompt flashing before his eyes.

The three Great Demon Emperors in total offered Shen Yi a lifespan of 72,000 years.

[Remaining demon lifespan: 88,000 years]

Shen Yi casually picked up the Nanyang vestment robe on the ground and draped it open over himself, adding to the vestments from the Deer Demon and the Snake Demon, he now owned three precious elder robes.

"..."

He stripped both demons bare, holding the robe smoother than silk in his hand, his fingertips gently brushing over the patterns of Nanyang.

A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

The more he learned, the less sunny the matters of the Nanyang Sect seemed, becoming instead increasingly mysterious.

The previous robe could be explained as a celebratory gift prepared in advance by an attendant, which then went undelivered due to sudden tragic events.

But now, how could these things be explained?

Vestment robes are not ordinary garments that need changing and washing.

Even if there are several spare sets, it's implausible to be so wealthy that each demon has one.

And then there are those treasures and elixirs. The sect is on the verge of destruction... yet they are left to gather dust in storage?

Even the caves left by the disciples contained treasures enough for cultivators outside to explore for tens of thousands of years, nurturing countless big and small forces.

Shouldn't you use everything at your disposal to put up a resistance according to the normal course of action?

If truly overwhelmed and unable to fight, one ought to flee with the valuables.

The current situation seemed more like a group of sect cultivators eating hotpot and singing songs when they suddenly evaporated, leaving behind a silent yet intact Immortal Sect.

Even the Sect Protection Formation remained undamaged.

"The Dao Plate..."

Shen Yi stood in the fourth cave, pondering for a moment.

Then he lifted his eyes to look around.

After reaching the limit in the Dao Palace, he suddenly felt an irritating emotion rising from within.

It was like a growing child being forcibly stuffed into a narrow jar.

The suffocating feeling came from this realm.

Though the sky was clear and boundless, it seemed so illusory and confining.

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze.

Compared to his intangible state of mind, his physical condition was even worse now.

The Imperial Demon Gold Arrow transformed into radiant sand did not subside over time; rather, it became increasingly ferocious, gradually solidifying into shackles among his internal organs before completely sealing them.

Shen Yi opened his panel to exchange for Demon Origin.

Four consecutive pieces infused within.

The soul of the Golden Winged Nine-Striped Fierce Tiger was slowly ushered into the Town Stone.

The next moment, the tiger with wings on its back emerged as a stream of light from the center of his forehead and crouched down: "Golden Winged pays respect to my master."

The voice was exceedingly reverent.

But it refused to lift its head, silently staring at its front paws, as if there was something fascinating about them.

"The damage left by that golden arrow, how should it be eliminated?"

Shen Yi glanced sideways at it.

"Golden Winged does not know."

The mother tiger banged her head on the ground with a thud: "Golden Winged has harmed my master, deserving of a thousand deaths, please bestow upon me your execution, my master!"

"..."

Shen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous aura seeping out from his pitch-black pupils.

The torment of the soul by the Demon Origin was evident from Qinghua's experience; even the more powerful Bai Hong, after 60,000 years of suffering, was docilely nuzzling in the palm of his hand.

He wasn't doubting the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor's deception.

After all, it was bound by the Town Stone.

This being had no power to resist whatsoever.

What Shen Yi found amiss was its attitude.

Walking up to the tiger, he suddenly grabbed its head and gazed indifferently into its eyes.

"...Whimper...whimper..."

With lips trembling and eyes full of grievance, the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor wanted to look away, yet completely dared not resist the young man's hold, even though he was on the brink of exhaustion.

It was the Town Stone's instinctual submission to its master.

"Whether you live or die is not for you to say."

After Shen Yi spoke indifferently, he let go of her head.

He gave her a kick in the rear.

"Go and work."

"Golden Winged follows the command."

The Golden-Winged Demon Emperor whimpered in grievance, hanging her head and obediently walking toward a spirit plant garden in disarray.

Whether in the form of a lion or this handsome young human, he was still that same domineering presence who allowed no questioning, and taking offense to anything that challenged his authority, even a reluctance to meet his eyes directly.

With that in mind, she looked toward the spirit fields up ahead.

The master had indeed not lied.

The voice echoing in her ears before her death 40,000 years ago was still crystal clear.

She and the fourth cave had ultimately become his possessions.

"..."

Shen Yi looked regretfully at the damaged spirit fields and the various Heaven and Earth Treasures affected by the carnage.

Never mind, it had already been plundered by demons to the extent of eight or nine parts, take what can be taken.

He sat cross-legged and began to channel the demon lifespan into the Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace again.

[In the first year, you placed the Fierce Tiger Town Stone into the Dao Palace and, through her bloodline, comprehended a new Divine Skill]

[All Demons Prostrate. Soul Tremor]

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[Your Dao Palace has become more solid]

...

Outside the Thousand Demon Cave.

The man's face was a reddish hue, devoid of eyes and nose, with only a large mouth on his entire face.

His mouth was filled with sharp teeth.

Bare from the waist up, his legs were covered with thick green fur, and his hooves were massive.

His limbs and body were completely covered with talismans.

He patted his shoulder, and several scorched Dao charms crumbled into ash and dispersed.

"Your sword remains as sharp as ever."

"..."

At the creek's edge below him, a man in a green robe sat leaning against a rock, his skin cracked open, even tinting the rushing stream with a shade of dark red.