The dry, brutal austerity of the Ancient Barren Sand Sea was an immutable constant. Dozens of tornadoes, towering a thousand zhang high, pierced the clouds! They swept up vast quantities of golden sand, raging aimlessly across the desert, emitting a chilling howl, like thousands of demonic beasts roaring at the moon.

Qian Jin stood atop the peak, gazing at the colossal tornadoes piercing the night sky. Their thunderous roar and sweeping force tore through the clouds suspended above the land, and the falling golden sand replaced the rain that would have been produced by the compressed vapor. The powerful outer gusts from the tornadoes cut through the air, whipping against the summit of the mountain.

Standing at the mountain's apex, Qian Jin felt the wind, sharp as the edge of a battle blade. His long hair behind his head fluttered gently, and the fabric of his clothes snapped loudly in the wind. He slowly raised a hand to touch the socket of his right eye.

"Sigh..." Qian Jin’s right hand brushed against the bruised, darkened socket. His lips twitched several times, and a chill was drawn into his abdomen as he sighed repeatedly. Lucifer Liushui’s hand had been viciously swift; it wasn't intentional to look at her body in the cave just now.

"Does it still hurt?" Duan Feng Bu'er scrambled up the peak and sat down on a large rock at Qian Jin's feet. "Did you enjoy the view? You actually profited from that fight..." Qian Jin shot a disgruntled look at the gloating Duan Feng Bu'er.

"If I hadn't felt a little guilty, I would have used the Wind and Cloud Golden Body to push her punch away. Forget it, compared to me taking one of her eyes, taking that punch isn't much. Ask her clearly—why did she want to kill Chekfulit that day?" "Mhm," Duan Feng Bu'er lay lazily on the large rock, gazing at the three moons in the sky.

"She said seeing that handsome guy just made her angry. When she remembered her sister was in trouble because of him, her fury intensified. At that moment, she truly intended to slay him to make Yuna La give up hope." Qian Jin turned back to watch the one-eyed beauty walking toward them in the distance.

He clicked his tongue several times and shook his head slightly; this Demoness truly had a distinct personality. "Yo, Demoness," Duan Feng Bu'er called out, raising a hand from his perch on the rock. "Say, why haven't you left yet?

Aren't you afraid the warriors of the Elf King lineage will come and kill you? You don't have anything that flies anymore..." "Leave? Why should I leave?" Lucifer Liushui stopped beside Qian Jin, gazing at the black tornadoes wandering in the distance.

"I plan to follow you." Qian Jin turned his head to examine Lucifer Liushui. Her sharply pointed ears and blood-red irises, in which only the pupils were golden yellow—this combination of features was unique to the Lucifer Imperial Clan in the current world. Walking the streets of the Zhence Dynasty?

Even a Demon Warrior who had unlocked the Ultimate Fallen Angel Bloodline would be doomed! Lucifer Liushui's naturally upturned outer eye corners lifted higher. She raised a hand and twisted the silver hairpin in her black hair.

In the blink of an eye, Lucifer Liushui’s pointed ears appeared to take on the shape of ordinary human ears, her blood-red eyes turned black, and even her golden pupils condensed into simple black dots. She looked completely indistinguishable from a normal person. "From now on, in the Zhence Dynasty, I will not be called Lucifer Liushui.

I will be called Yuan Xunyu!" The tone remained proud, but the pitch had changed considerably under the effect of the magical device, now carrying a slight accent from Jinzhou in the Zhence Dynasty. Illusion! Qian Jin raised an eyebrow.

This was a type of Inscription Art that he himself would learn soon enough. As long as she didn't run into a high-level Inscription Master and didn't casually engage in combat, it would be difficult for anyone to discover that she was a Demon race member. Duan Feng Bu'er let out a sharp whistle.

No wonder this Demoness could move freely within the Zhence Dynasty; she had conjured such a formidable magical artifact. Fortunately, this item couldn't be mass-produced, or a large troop of demons moving into the Zhence Dynasty like this would be troublesome. "I have not yet taken my revenge," Yuan Xunyu said, glancing sideways at Qian Jin with her left eye.

"Your Zhence Dynasty has a saying: to defeat your enemy, the best way is to understand them completely. If I return home like this now, I cannot possibly understand you... so how can I defeat you?

Staying by your side is the best method of observation." Duan Feng Bu'er smirked and curled his lips. Staying by Qian Jin's side? This fellow possessed so many bizarre abilities; revealing even one could terrify her to death.

Staying near him for too long, she might lose the desire for revenge altogether. Witnessing those powers as an opponent was incredibly demoralizing, but as a friend, it would be exhilarating! Revenge?

Qian Jin looked at Yuan Xunyu with genuine curiosity. The Demoness certainly exuded an aura of seeking vengeance, but the killing intent from before seemed gone. Instead, he was rather curious about how this Demoness intended to enact her revenge.

"Oh, right," Yuan Xunyu said, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at Qian Jin. "Can you give me back the Dark Demon Armor?" (Support the skyscraper, click to subscribe and vote.) Give it back? Qian Jin laughed.

Was she joking? Has anyone ever been seen willingly returning a Sacred Artifact they managed to seize? Especially a human warrior obtaining a Demon race Sacred Artifact and then returning it to the demons?

How utterly foolish would one have to be? "You won't return it?" Yuan Xunyu's slender eyebrows arched high. She placed her hands on her slender and sexy waist.

"Didn't you see the consequences when Lafar used the Dark Demon Armor? He turned into an old man in a short time. Even if you didn't kill him, he wouldn't live much longer anyway." Lafar?

Qian Jin nodded slightly. Bloodline Warriors possessed powerful vitality. Ordinary people living to a hundred were considered strong; powerful Bloodline Warriors could naturally live to two hundred, and those who achieved the Heaven's Zenith Awakening could live to three hundred.

As for the Ultimate Awakening... none had lived past one hundred and fifty! "The Dark Demon Armor..." Qian Jin murmured softly.

"Could it be that it's only suitable for the Lucifer bloodline?" "Exactly!" Yuan Xunyu's beautiful face broke into a confident smile. "Any non-Lucifer person or demon who uses the Dark Demon Armor will have their life force rapidly stimulated and consumed to convert into Dou Qi or Demonic Power. They will quickly age, or even die!

Therefore, the Dark Demon Armor is useless for you." "Useless?" Qian Jin smiled and curled his lip. "I can give it to Chekfulit to try. If his life force is also consumed, then when I take it to the largest auction event in the Holy City of the Zhence Dynasty, I should be able to sell it for an astronomical price, right?" Yuan Xunyu frowned and studied Qian Jin, who was sitting on the ground.

In addition to his formidable strength, his mind was filled with schemes—truly a cunning fellow! But it didn't matter; as long as she stayed by his side, there would always be a chance to steal it back or snatch the Dark Demon Armor. Yuan Xunyu looked at the Sandworm King Demon Core Qian Jin was idly turning in his hand, her eyebrows raising with a hint of curiosity and doubt.

"May I ask you another question? When you shot down the Sandworm King that day, was it luck or calculation?" "Luck?" Qian Jin wiggled his right index finger. "Not luck." "Calculation?" Yuan Xunyu shook her head repeatedly.

The Sandworm King had the ability to rapidly shift the location of its Demon Core internally; luck was a more believable explanation. Qian Jin shrugged and smiled indifferently. If they didn't believe him, so be it!

He couldn't very well explain the Endless World just to convince them. The vast West Mountain contained all sorts of terrains and a variety of demonic beasts. After hunting and fighting in the West Mountain numerous times, one learns to study the strengths and weaknesses of demonic beasts to survive better.

Beasts that seem flawless to others actually all possess weaknesses—some fatal, others minor. "If only my strength were greater..." Qian Jin looked up toward the deeper parts of the Ancient Barren Sand Sea. He truly wanted to venture into the depths of the Hanhai to see what kind of demonic beasts resided there.

Legends said the Ancient Barren Sand Sea held countless natural, massive treasuries. Magic Crystals and Dou Mines were innumerable, and gems and metals were scattered everywhere, but none of these legendary treasures had been seen yet. "You had best not give it to Chekfulit," Yuan Xunyu said, turning to walk down the mountain without looking back.

"Whoever wears the Dark Demon Armor will become overly excited by the surge in power and won't want to take it off, even while knowing their life is draining away." Qian Jin watched her descend in silence. Whether the Dark Demon Armor truly possessed that function, no one could say for sure. But until he could study it, he wouldn't risk it.

Some other day, he would ask Chekfulit for some blood, record the outermost, visible magic array on the Dark Demon Armor, and then enter the Endless World to ask his Inscription teacher. On the mountaintop, aside from the fierce cutting wind, there was no other sound. Qian Jin stood up, dusted off his backside, and turned to walk down the mountain, where Fen Tu Kuang Ge was currently burying himself in the cold sand.

Return to the cave? Qian Jin looked at the pitch-black cave and shook his head. That Demoness, calling herself Yuan Xunyu, was resting inside, wearing her magic hat over her face for eight hours straight.

Getting ambushed by her would be a serious problem; she possessed the strength of the Nine Battles of Demon Subjugation, and stopping her would be quite difficult. Dig a pit and bury himself. After being scoured by the fierce wind, unless someone knew the location beforehand, digging a person out in the Ancient Barren Sand Sea would be an extremely difficult task.

Qian Jin used his Dou Heart to draw the surrounding sand into the pit. He clamped the peculiar magic hat over his head and directly entered the Endless World. Breathing?

The instinct of his Dou Heart consciousness allowed even the hairs on his body the ability to absorb air. Even buried in the sand, he would not suffocate or run out of oxygen. He was surrounded by dense, man-high weeds, with green, hostile eyes peering from every direction, accompanied by the low roars of wild beasts.

Qian Jin gripped his Zhanmadao and slowly moved toward the pillar of green smoke in the distance. He had stayed in the West Mountain for too long these past few days. Finally, he was returning to the village he hadn't seen in a long time.

Having spent so long slaughtering demonic beasts in the West Mountain, his first reaction upon seeing anything that moved was to attack. His nerves were stretched to the breaking point.