Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, everyone widened their eyes.

Obviously, although the strength of those present was notable, when it came to the concept of the Heavenly Dao, they were far from understanding even half of it.

Thus, Yang Yan's analysis for them was like opening a brand new door.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Yang Yan continued to explain,

"The composition of the Heavenly Dao Barrier includes Space Origin, so theoretically, it contains inner space."

"Therefore, I believe that while Space Origin cannot shatter the iron gate of the Heavenly Dao Barrier, it is the key to opening it."

At this point, Yang Yan's expression suddenly became serious.

With burning eyes, he swept over the crowd and said solemnly,

"This means that if Manhattan gets this key to open the gate, the Demon Race can invade our world unchecked."

"This way, it's far more practical than them breaking the Heavenly Dao Barrier."

Zhuge Wushuang immediately asked,

"Then why don't we find the Space Origin and take it out sooner, and instead fabricate the news about the Longevity Sect appearing?"

"Now, Sanqian says those few places with space turbulence are already surrounded."

Zhuge Wushuang found that Yang Yan's explanation, rather than clearing things up, brought even more questions to his mind.

"It's because guessing the importance of the Space Origin, the people of Manhattan will definitely give it their all to obtain it, so for the sake of safety, we've invited more allies."

This seriousness lasted for barely three seconds.

Yang Yan, serious a moment ago, then plopped down onto a rocking chair, lazily crossing his legs.

"I trust that the Eastern Influence is the ally you invited, but why spread the news and let those people get involved too?"

Zhuge Wushuang, with a head full of questions, said bluntly,

"Those visionless bastards! If they come, and we get into a fight with Manhattan, forget helping us; they'd be doing good not to stab us in the back."

Since receiving the Western Hidden World's delegation last time, Zhuge Wushuang's impression of them plummeted.

"Hehe! Now what if I deliberately let those Westerners find and take Space Origin, and tell them it's the key to the Longevity Sect, what do you think Manhattan would do?"

Yang Yan squinted his eyes into slits, smiling deviously.

With this statement, everyone who had been in a fog suddenly lit up with understanding.

Instantly, all lingering doubts in their minds vanished, as if enlightened.

"Haha!"

Zhuge Wushuang clapped and laughed,

"With that old guy Manhattan's personality, he'd definitely fight them to the end, trying every possible way to get back the Space Origin."

"His ugly old demon tribe ancestors are waiting for him to open the door!"

"With you keeping watch on that old guy, his demon tribe ancestors can't come down in a day, he's in danger another day, and if he can't get Space Origin, who'd be surprised if he acts desperately?"

Zhuge Wushuang finally resolved questions that had been hanging in his mind for days, as excited as a child finding a new toy.

Then, she lavished praises on Yang Yan,

"Boss, you're so clever, with so many cunning ideas in your head."

"..."

Yang Yan, speechless, said, pulling at his mouth,

"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

"Compliment, compliment, definitely a compliment! I'm praising you here!"

Zhuge Wushuang, not realizing anything was amiss, said confidently with her hands on her hips.

The other women giggled uncontrollably.

Even Fu Changjian, usually calm, was stifling his laughter, almost bursting out laughing.

Well, Yang Yan couldn't handle this thoughtless speaker; he had to redirect the topic back to business,

"I've notified the upper echelons of the Demon Suppression Alliance that they'll be responsible for the diversion this time, attracting those Westerners."

"Relying on Sanqian's natural talent, he and I have already entered the space turbulence and found its hidden location."

"When the time comes, if those Westerners can't find it, I'll give them some guidance."

"I must admit, the Westerners, having survived under the Hidden World's survival-of-the-fittest rules, must be strong."

"No matter who among them gains the Space Origin, it won't be easy for Manhattan to retrieve it."

"At that point, other demons will certainly need to step in to assist."

Although Manhattan cannot currently bring the demon army through the Heavenly Dao Barrier, he surely has ways to summon individually strong demons.

The Nine Nether Demon Monarch and the Sand King Yang Yan encountered last time are the best proof.

However, this method is far from perfect.

Their arrival seems to greatly reduce their strength.

But according to accidentally leaked information, the longer they stay in this world, the more their strength gradually recovers.

When their power returns, Manhattan will definitely take them to trouble those Westerners to get the crucial Space Origin.

Though uncertain of a demon monarch's exact power, judging from his arrogant attitude and Gabriel's respect towards him, he must be formidable.

Enough anyway for whichever Western force gets the Space Origin to suffer.

Not to mention whether Manhattan might use similar methods to bring other demons down.

If so, it would be quite entertaining.

Yang Yan mused gleefully to himself.

He even wanted to applaud his own plan.

What Yang Yan needed to do first was put on a full act, letting those Westerners find and take away the Space Origin.

After that, they just needed to watch whichever force obtained it.

First, let them and Manhattan fight, taste the frightful power of demons and suffer losses, then at the opportune moment, suddenly strike and eliminate the old Manhattan.

The account of him kidnapping Zhou Hanyun and the other three women remained well noted by Yang Yan.

Once he catches the old guy, he'll definitely make sure to settle it thoroughly.

Dragons have reverse scales; touch them and they die!

To Yang Yan, his companions were his reversed scales.

While Yang Yan was plotting around Space Origin, a group of people were also gathered in a huge building within a space junction node between the present world and the Hidden World, having intense discussions.

If Yang Yan were there, he'd realize that among the group were some familiar faces.

First, there was Manhattan, the old man.

Sitting in the center was the Nine Nether Demon Monarch, who fought once with Yang Yan, seemingly dead and alive again. This was a secret talent of the Nine Nether, but let's leave that aside!

Next to him sat two figures completely shrouded in black robes, their features concealed.

Besides Gabriel whom Yang Yan recognized, another in black and gold armor with delicate yet stunningly handsome features.

Beside him sat a tall muscular man, whose swollen muscles seemed about to explode, with a face almost resembling a gruesome crash site.

Additionally, there was an emaciated old man in bizarre attire, holding a weapon akin to a trident.