Approaching closer, Ao Tian unceremoniously tossed the half-remained body of the Sand King onto the ground.

"This guy was already gravely injured when I found him. He tried to run away upon seeing me, but I managed to cut half of him off with one slash."

"Yet this guy's body is as tenacious as a cockroach's; he probably won't die anytime soon."

Ao Tian said with a smile.

It seemed he was quite pleased with himself for capturing the Sand King.

Yang Yan smirked, crouching down to look at the blood-soaked Sand King struggling on the ground, and said:

"Sand King, looks like you couldn't escape your fate after all?"

The Sand King angrily retorted:

"Get lost! I'm the King of the Sand Demons! Moreover, my Demon Race army will soon break through the barrier and rule your world! You probably don't know that, do you?"

As he said this, the Sand King suddenly looked at Yang Yan with malicious intent and sneered:

"The Demons sealed in your world are already awakening, and the seal is about to lose its effect."

"Otherwise, my extraterrestrial Demon Race wouldn't risk breaking through the barrier to prepare for an inside-outside collaboration!"

"By that time, this world will transform into a realm of chaos, to be manipulated at my Demon Race's whim!"

"Pfft!"

A spurt of pure black blood burst out from the Sand King's mouth.

Yang Yan withdrew his foot from the Sand King's chest and looked at the Sand King's lifeless eyes with disdain, chuckling:

"That's not something you need to worry about. Just rest in peace!"

Gradually, the vast estate no longer echoed with its previous noise. The only sound was the "crunch" of leaves under a few people's feet.

Meanwhile, in a remote small town two thousand kilometers away from here.

There was a vast underground palace where Manhattan, in one of the rooms, gazed at the scene displayed before him, angrily slamming his fist onto the table.

"That useless fool! Still fit to be called a king?!"

After venting his anger, Manhattan finally calmed down.

He then slowly turned his head toward a large glass container behind him.

This container resembled a nutrient tank.

Oval in shape and made from some unknown transparent material,

inside, it held a clear liquid filling seven-tenths of the container.

Floating within the liquid was a hand.

An ancient hand covered with strange, dense patterns.

It was a right hand.

Seeing it, Manhattan suddenly laughed, a mad, frenzied laugh that twisted his face.

"Moonlight Yang Yan, just wait, wait! If I succeed, I'll crush your loathsome skull with this hand of his!"

Manhattan's plots and schemes were unknown to Yang Yan.

From the beginning, he enveloped the entire vast estate with his Divine Sense.

He found that besides one hidden area that could block his Divine Sense, there was no trace of the Dusk Race.

Yang Yan also confirmed that there were definitely no Dusk Race members here.

Because the only place that could block Yang Yan's Divine Sense was just a few cubic meters in size.

It was a small room, impossible to hide the entire Dusk Race.

"My people aren't here."

Sass lowered his head in disappointment and said.

After Sass finally saw hope, he fell into disappointment once more.

"Your people indeed aren't here."

Ao Tian walked up, surprisingly patting his shoulder kindly in comfort:

"However, I did find something interesting."

Ao Tian said this, turning to look at Yang Yan.

Yang Yan also gave an easy smile and nodded lightly:

"Yeah, let's take a look! Perhaps it's something Manhattan left behind in a hurry."

Early on, when Yang Yan realized he had stayed in the Demon Cave for four or five days, he knew there was little chance of catching up with the Dusk Race this time.

In four or five days, Manhattan fully had the ability to reach here and take people away.

The current situation was within Yang Yan's expectations.

Under the lead of Yang Yan and Ao Tian, the group arrived at a towering castle within the estate.

It resembled a western noble's castle with title and rank.

Inside, there was naturally nothing grand or low-key with intrinsic value left.

But just from the castle's architectural scale, one could tell that the castle's original owner was of high status.

The room that blocked Yang Yan's Divine Sense was on the top floor of the castle.

As the castle's space narrowed towards the top, when Yang Yan and his group reached the top floor, there was an ancient door in front of them.

At the very top of the castle, there was only this small room.

"How strange—this door is kind of bizarre."

Ao Tian attempted to open the door, but he quickly pulled his hand back in fright as soon as he touched the doorknob.

"What's so strange about it?"

Yang Yan was puzzled.

Ao Tian awkwardly backed away, lightly shaking his head.

Yang Yan didn't think much of it and put his hand directly on the doorknob.

An energy that reached deep into the soul instantly entered the depths of Yang Yan's soul.

Something named fear began to spread infinitely in Yang Yan's heart.

He could feel his soul constantly trembling.

It was a fear from the depths of the soul!

"Playing tricks!"

How strong was Yang Yan's willpower?

Under such stimulation, his grip on the doorknob didn't loosen at all.

Instead, he steeled his resolve and started to turn the doorknob.

However, when Yang Yan actually tried to turn the doorknob, he realized how incredibly heavy it was!

Yang Yan refused to believe it and applied more force.

But unfortunately, the handle still didn't budge.

After a dozen seconds, a bead of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead.

Gongsun Ruyan, standing to Yang Yan's left, immediately noticed his sweat.

When she looked at the doorknob again, her eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Boom!"

As Yang Yan managed to fully press down the doorknob, his mind abruptly filled with a blinding white.

In his daze, Yang Yan felt as though he had entered a wondrous space.

Where was this place?

Giant celestial bodies slowly moved around Yang Yan's body in a specific trajectory.

Looking up, he could see distant, ellipsoidal, irregular spheres.

Further away, there was a long-flowing galaxy, multicolored, brilliant, and indescribably beautiful.

Holy light cast across the entire galaxy; just one glance, and Yang Yan was deeply immersed.

Yang Yan finally understood, this was the outer starry sky.

And he, drifting alone in the vast, boundless cosmos.

Like a traveler, admiring the cosmic beauty that others may never witness in their lifetimes.

Or a lonely wanderer in the cosmos.

He was far removed from the world's clamor, sunk into thousands of years of solitude.

Time flowed by epochs, constantly slipping away.

Yang Yan witnessed countless celestial bodies disintegrate and be destroyed, and through several epochs, a new celestial body was reborn.

Yet, Yang Yan was always unconscious.

He didn't know what he was doing, always passively accepting everything happening in this dream-like state.

Until one day, Yang Yan suddenly went mad. He realized where he was and began frantically searching.

Searching for life, searching for that blue planet in his memory.