This is just a powerful and neurotic old lunatic. Yang Yan didn't want to stay any longer.

"I can't bind your freedom."

The old Daoist suddenly said with a serious expression.

Then with a wave of his right hand, a small object suddenly shot towards Yang Yan, finally stopping precisely in front of him.

"This is the Identity Token of a core disciple of the Star-Picking Palace. Just drip a drop of blood on it, and you can leave!"

Why does everyone want to give me a token?

Yang Yan complained in his heart.

Even Zi Xu Old Demon at least gave a badass-looking Demon Emperor Token, and you, this crazy Daoist, give a disciple's token. What's that about?

Isn't this an insult!

Though unwilling, Yang Yan could only think about it internally.

Isn't it just a token? I'll take it; it's no big deal!

Leaving quickly is what matters.

Therefore, Yang Yan went along with it, letting a drop of blood seep from his middle finger and casually dropping it onto the token.

Without reaching out to take it, he shouted at the old Daoist:

"Is that enough now?"

The old Daoist nodded gently, smiling as he said:

"Yes, yes, you can go now!"

"But where do I go?"

Yang Yan looked around and didn't see an exit at all.

"Just think of leaving this place, and you will."

The old Daoist stroked his beard, smiling as he said.

"So it's that easy!"

Yang Yan felt his intelligence was being insulted.

"Hey! I've sealed all the Body Refinement energy throughout your body. In time, you'll awaken this energy as you cultivate. Remember that!"

Just as Yang Yan was leaving, the old Daoist suddenly shouted.

Yang Yan ignored him because he was already back outside that ancient-looking door.

"King!"

A familiar shout suddenly rang in his ears, startling Yang Yan, who had suddenly reappeared.

Seeing Fu Changjian and the other three looking at him with concern, Yang Yan patted his chest and said with a smile:

"It's fine, it's fine."

At this point, Ao Tian strangely glanced at Yang Yan.

Not convinced, he placed his hand on the doorknob again.

Pushing hard, it actually went down.

The door was opened.

What appeared before them was just an ordinary room.

Its size was only about a dozen square meters, with apparently nothing wrong.

Only then did Ao Tian turn back to look at Yang Yan with curiosity, asking suspiciously:

"Honestly, where did you really go?"

Yang Yan looked at the empty room and thought of that saying.

One flower, one world; one leaf, one bodhi.

That speck of dust has probably floated away with the wind?

"Just now there was an independent space inside, with nothing in it. Then I broke through and came out."

Yang Yan casually made up a reason to brush it off.

"Independent space?"

Ao Tian pondered over it for a while before uncertainly saying:

"Could it be that old fellow, Manhattan's doing? If so, it makes sense."

"Whatever it was, that damned guy must have cleared it up. This old fox must have been up to something here."

Yang Yan didn't need to explain further; Ao Tian had already solved everyone's doubts.

"Let's go, there's nothing here."

Yang Yan said, turning to leave, with Fu Changjian and the other three immediately following behind.

Ao Tian seemed to have discovered something, suddenly rushing towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan instinctively turned back, just in time to lock eyes with Ao Tian.

"What?"

Yang Yan found that Ao Tian had been behaving more and more unusually lately.

"Nothing!"

Ao Tian shook his head, and the fierce aura about him completely dissipated.

Yang Yan frowned slightly.

Ao Tian's peculiar behavior had been more than just once or twice.

This couldn't be explained away by saying he was absent-minded or prone to eccentricities.

But specifically saying what was odd about him, Yang Yan couldn't really pinpoint.

Due to the unresolved issue of encountering that mysterious old man earlier, Yang Yan temporarily set aside Ao Tian's matters.

He originally thought finding this place would clarify the whereabouts of the Dusk Race and Hamantton's plot.

Unexpectedly, aside from killing a Sand King, it ended up being a wild goose chase.

Even someone with Yang Yan's temperament couldn't help but feel a wave of irritation.

Hamantton's issue hasn't been resolved, and now there's news of the dormant Demon Race rising again after thousands of years.

Based on the information obtained, the Demon Race doesn't belong to Earth but is an extraterrestrial species.

Simply put, these Demons are aliens, each possessing immense strength, not to be underestimated.

However, these alien "friends" have no intention of friendly exchanges with humans whatsoever.

They only think of destruction.

Fortunately, these extraterrestrial visitors find it seemingly difficult to enter Earth.

Otherwise, the second Ancient Human-Demon War might have already begun.

But even so, the situation is not optimistic.

With Hamantton playing the role of an accomplice, who knows when the Demon Race might officially arrive?

The appearance of the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch and the Sand King, he played a significant role behind it.

God knows what madness he'll perpetrate next.

The urgent priority now is to find this lunatic of a guy first.

No matter his schemes, smash them all to pieces first.

Otherwise, should he succeed in letting the Demon Race invade Earth en masse, the war for destruction will commence in full.

The most critical point is that, as of now, only Yang Yan and his group know about it.

The major powers of the Hidden World still think this is just Hamantton provoking the Four Emperors, Yang Yan, in an internal war.

Moreover, it's likely they're watching from a distance, calculating if there's anything to gain from this chaos.

The Three Swords approached, fresh from battle, carrying a strong, bloody scent.

"King, next..."

Zhuge Wushuang was just about to ask, but Yang Yan interrupted by waving his hand:

"Given the current situation, it's no longer just a personal feud between us and Hamantton."

"It's very likely the second Ancient Human-Demon War could begin, and we need to notify those in the Hidden World."

If Manhattan unknowingly allows the extraterrestrial Demon Race to descend on Earth, there'd be no need for a second Human-Demon War.

The Human Race might barely survive the Demon Race's sudden assault, let alone resist and triumph.

The victory in the Ancient Human-Demon War was won by the Human Race uniting with massive losses.

Given the current state of the Hidden World people operating independently and covertly battling each other, it's unimaginable.

Yang Yan's first headache is how to make them put aside their differences and unify their forces, even temporarily.

"Although your identity is special, those in the Hidden World may not necessarily believe you."

For once, Ao Tian set aside his brazen demeanor, speaking seriously.

Even though he's arrogant, having encountered Zi Xu Old Demon, he realized there are always people stronger, and Demons outside one's understanding.

The return of the Demon Race is something even with his strength he couldn't turn the tide alone.