"Moonlight Emperor, please stay!"

Just as Yang Yan was about to leave with his subordinates, Alexia's voice suddenly rang out, halting him in his tracks.

"What, is the Flower Ring Bishop planning to invite me to the Andrew Temple for a visit?"

Yang Yan asked with a smile.

Yang Yan naturally guessed her intentions, but he pretended to know nothing, continuing to play along with a laugh.

"If the Moon Emperor wishes to visit the temple, just let us know, we always welcome you. However, about that Space Origin..."

At this point, Alexia intentionally paused, her beautiful eyes fixed on Yang Yan.

"What thing??"

Yang Yan asked knowingly, feigning ignorance, spreading his hands and solemnly declaring:

"We came here entirely to emulate Lei Feng and help others without expecting anything in return."

"Do you know Lei Feng? He is a model for all Huaxia people to learn from!"

"As for that Space Origin you mentioned, we don't need it. You can keep it for yourselves!"

Antula Dog and Antula Bagu, standing nearby, were left dumbfounded, staring at Yang Yan in disbelief.

Antula Bagu opened his mouth to say something but was quickly stopped by Antula Dog's sharp intervention.

He even continuously gave signals for him to shut up.

Helpless, Antula Bagu had to swallow back the words that were about to escape his mouth.

At this moment, Ao Tian withdrew his fierce gaze that seemed capable of swallowing people from the two of them.

"But..."

Alexia wanted to say more.

"There's no but, Flower Ring Bishop, we're just this enthusiastic. If you truly want to thank me, come find me more often in your free time..."

Saying this, Yang Yan glanced guiltily at Zhuge Wushuang who was closest to him.

Noticing the latter's eyes narrowing like flying daggers, he hurriedly corrected himself guiltily:

"Forget it, you'd better not come looking for me!"

With that, he ignored Alexia's reaction, casually summoned a prepared Teleportation Array, and was the first to step into it.

The remaining people did not hesitate in the least and followed suit.

"Bishop Alexia, we already handed the Space Origin to the Ice Emperor earlier, they..."

After Yang Yan and the others left, Antula Bagu couldn't help but step forward.

"Let's just leave it, since both of those gentlemen are determined to have it, we can't stop them anyway."

"So let's just go along with it quietly, at least we can save some face."

Alexia sighed softly, offering comfort before he could finish.

In the villa, Yang Yan sat with one leg crossed over the other, his eyes narrowed, staring intently at the nearly transparent glowing orb floating mid-air, as if lost in thought.

This glowing orb was none other than the Space Origin.

Two days ago, after the battle with the Antula Clan, Ao Tian sealed the Demon Soul of the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch and immediately found Antula Bagu.

This fellow used the excuse of protecting the Space Origin to make them hand over the treasure to him.

At the time, the entire Antula Clan had just survived a close encounter with death and, fearful of more Demons appearing, handed it over to Ao Tian without much suspicion.

So the Space Origin naturally ended up in his hands.

"My king!"

Deep in thought, the Teleportation Array inside Yang Yan's study room flickered with a burst of light.

As the light dispersed, Fu Changjian stepped out, bowing respectfully to Yang Yan.

Returning from his thoughts, Yang Yan couldn't help but look at Fu Changjian helplessly, smiling wryly:

"Longsword, how many times have I told you, if there's nothing important, you don't need to be so formal. It makes me feel like a cold boss from a TV drama."

"Understood, my king!"

Fu Changjian bowed again.

"..."

Okay, Yang Yan completely had no way around him.

He helplessly rubbed his temples and changed the subject:

"So, what's the news from the Hidden World?"

Fu Changjian answered respectfully:

"Just now, representatives from various Northern European and Western forces have come over and formally announced their joining of the Demon Suppression Alliance."

"They have evidently reached a consensus to agree unanimously to follow our lead in the fight against the Demon Race."

Yang Yan nodded in satisfaction, indicating he understood.

This outcome wasn't too surprising to him; in fact, it was entirely within his expectations.

In the past two days, news of the Antula Clan being attacked by the Demon Race had already spread across the Hidden World, causing significant tremors.

After all, just three Demon Monarchs, not even at their peak, almost annihilated the Antula Clan, which was considered one of the top-tier forces - this piece of news was undeniably shocking.

From the information remaining from the Ancient Human-Demon War, Demon Monarchs were not even considered truly high-ranking in the Demon Race.

Above them were the Demon Emperor and the legendary Demon God and Demon Mother.

They were truly the elite combat power amongst the Demons.

Yet, such three seemingly not very strong Demon Monarchs almost wiped out the Antula Clan.

Now, even if they had been hit on the head, they would now feel the unprecedented tremendous threat from the Demon Race.

Thus, with Northern Europe's call from the Andrew Temple and the West's call from the Holy Hall, choosing to unify stand with the Demon Suppression Alliance was completely logical.

At this point, no one believed that either side had the strength to single-handedly take on the incoming Demon Race.

"Is there still no news from those four?"

After understanding the progress of alliances among various Hidden World forces, Yang Yan turned to Fu Changjian for further information.

The latter shook his head and responded earnestly:

"Since the news of the Demon Race's emergence, we have not received any information about them."

"The most recent news predates the Demon Race's appearance two months ago, where one of them seemed to have been sighted once in the Ghostly Abyss."

"Hmm?"

Yang Yan furrowed his brow once more upon hearing this, murmuring to himself or querying Fu Changjian:

"Isn't that the place sealed with that thing? Why go there for no reason?"

Fu Changjian, being mindful, quickly grasped Yang Yan's hidden meaning, knitting his brows with doubt:

"My king, are you suspecting there's a connection between him and the Demon Race?"

Yang Yan exhaled, gently shaking his head:

"For now, I'm just speculating randomly; the real situation still requires a personal visit to confirm."

"I hope I'm overthinking it! Otherwise, with the current situation, we're too passive dealing with both internal and external troubles."

Beyond the domain, within a certain spatial area.

Looking around, the silent yet tumultuous red-brown ground stretches on with undulating, barren, black mountain ranges.

"Boom boom boom!"

Several violent roars shattered the space's stillness.

In a split second, at the peaks of several black mountains, scorching pillars of fiery magma shot into the sky.