Ye Chen watched Bai Yijun's eyes... a hot surge of blood caught in his throat. Recalling the ease with which she had dispatched the Six-Winged Black Demon, he hesitated before saying, "Go quickly and return soon. If you encounter danger, remember to notify me."

Bai Yijun smiled and nodded, then waved her hand, her figure flickering as she gracefully swept out of the spaceship.

Once she had left, Ye Chen swiftly withdrew his gaze, compressing his divine intent into a sharp point that pierced the two Black Demon Orbs in his hand. At this critical juncture, rapidly boosting his strength was paramount.

One of these Black Demon Orbs was slightly larger, the other marginally smaller. This smaller one was the same size as the one Ye Chen had previously absorbed. He swallowed it first and immediately felt a powerful, unique energy flowing into his brain.

"Refine! Refine!"

Ye Chen's thoughts rapidly compressed and swept through the energy, breaking it down into its most fundamental essence before fusing it into his own body. He instantly felt his brainwaves strengthen significantly, pushing him to the late stage of Origin Realm, Second Tier!

Without a moment’s pause, Ye Chen swiftly absorbed the larger Black Demon Orb. The energy within this one far surpassed the smaller orb. As it poured into his brain, he could almost feel the spiritual essence within his body vibrating excitedly, his entire being permeated by a faint electric current, his blood boiling and burning.

Boom~

Ye Chen felt a resonant hum emanate from his brain, his entire consciousness trembling. His blood and skin seemed to writhe, and an unparalleled sense of bliss washed over him. After a long interval, when he opened his eyes, he found the world before him rendered infinitely clearer—as if he could see faint, almost invisible lines threading through the very air, resembling... Law!

Late Stage Origin Realm, Third Tier!

Ye Chen clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented agility in his body; it seemed his body moved the instant his will commanded it. He looked up towards the Old Pan Divine General beside him and immediately noticed that the auras surrounding the Pan Divine Generals varied in intensity, with three of them possessing a profound aura that he could not penetrate.

The remaining seven Pan Divine Generals radiated an aura similar to his own—all at the Third Tier of the Origin Realm, some at the initial stage, others at the peak of the late stage, each distinct.

Ye Chen gazed out of the Eight Trigrams Ship, his brow tightly knit with concern, wondering about the situation of her and Fuxi outside right now.

Through the faint glimmer of the Eight Trigrams Mirror, Ye Chen knew that Fuxi was likely not yet in dire peril, otherwise, the mirror would have already left the ship to render assistance.

Shao Hao walked over, glanced at Ye Chen, and whistled. "Truly remarkable. In such a short time, progressing from the First Tier of the Origin Realm to the late stage of the Third Tier—that speed of ascent! My word, truly incredible!"

Ye Chen managed a wry smile, thinking of Bai Yijun’s assurance, finding it impossible to feel genuinely happy.

Shao Hao understood his worry and chuckled lightly. "Relax. Your wife isn't just anyone; she's incredibly strong. Nothing will happen to her."

Outside, in the dark expanse of space, a tempest of winds raged. A white figure streaked through like a shooting star. The surrounding malevolent winds were instantly shredded by a mysterious energy. Some Black Demons, emitting sharp, ear-piercing cries, lunged forward snarling, only to let out shrieks of agony.

This white figure traversed the darkness, a white lotus blooming miraculously in the void with every step, moving as if walking on water, covering a thousand li in a single stride. Within a few blurs, she reached the periphery of the Black Demon horde. Ahead of her, a faint white light struggled to hold on, surrounded by countless Black Demons.

The demons, scenting fresh, living flesh, immediately began to drift forward, a terrifying tide rushing toward the beautiful figure.

"Die!" Bai Yijun’s expression was cold as she raised her delicate hand, pointing toward the swarm of Black Demons before her.

Shing!

A white blade of light, shaped like a saber, pierced through the entire darkened world, erupting outward. Countless Black Demons were cleaved apart by this light-blade; shattered limbs and remnants flew everywhere, dissolving into black mist that dissipated into the air.

The light-blade, like a meteor, struck before the faint white light, carving a bloody path. Innumerable Black Demons were slain before it. Fuxi, trapped within the horde, felt the dense, pure aura of the blade and was inwardly shocked. He couldn't help but look back and immediately spotted Bai Yijun not far away.

His pupils contracted slightly. He fixed a deep gaze upon the beautiful woman, then his figure shifted, swiftly darting along the path cleaved by the light-blade.

"Reinforcements have arrived?" a cold sneer rang out. Flanked by numerous Six-Winged Black Demons, the Twelve-Winged Black Demon Commander slowly drifted closer. He grasped the great black sword on his back, licked his lips while staring at Bai Yijun, intoxicated. "Such fragrant flesh and blood! If I could devour it, I might become a Grand Commander!"

Fuxi’s face shifted slightly. He casually flicked two Six-Winged Black Demons away and roared toward Bai Yijun, "Get everyone out quickly! I'll hold this one off!"

"You can gasp your last breath now." A detached voice sounded behind Fuxi. The Twelve-Winged Black Demon Commander had, at some unknown point, materialized a mere few kilometers behind him—a distance that, to Fuxi, was practically an arm's length. His face changed, and his fingers rapidly shot out.

Beams of emerald green light sprayed from his fingernails, raining down upon the Twelve-Winged Black Demon Commander...

The Commander’s figure flickered momentarily, easily evading the emerald rays, and he flashed toward Fuxi with a bloodthirsty sneer.

Fuxi stared fixedly at the Twelve-Winged Commander. A fiery red mark slowly emerged on his forehead, resembling a burning flame. As this mark of fury activated, veins bulged on his face, and his fingers shot out again. A torrent of emerald light, far exceeding the previous intensity, exploded outward, piercing through Six-Winged Black Demons along its trajectory.

The Twelve-Winged Commander's expression wavered slightly. With a cold laugh, he flickered, leaving dozens of afterimages in the void, evading the emerald beams and closing in on Fuxi.

"You may now rest in peace." The Black Demon Commander raised his greatsword and suddenly brought it down vertically toward Fuxi’s head.

Whoosh!

A white shadow flashed past, appearing directly behind Fuxi, and a slender, pale hand reached out, clamping down gently.

Clang!

A razor-sharp greatsword materialized behind Fuxi, caught precisely between Bai Yijun’s two fingers. She looked at the stunned Black Demon Commander before her with an air of elegance, while slowly raising her other hand, flicking her finger.

A milky-white ray of light shot out. The Black Demon Commander reacted with extreme speed, decisively abandoning his greatsword. His wings flashed, and he retreated several thousand wen, watching Bai Yijun with alarm and confusion etched onto his face.

Fuxi broke out in a cold sweat, feeling the events that had transpired right behind him. Looking at the dissipating afterimage before him, he knew that had Bai Yijun not intervened at that moment, he would have been severely wounded, if not killed!

"You rest now," Bai Yijun’s gentle voice sounded by Fuxi’s ear. Then, her figure flashed, and she lunged directly toward the Black Demon Commander. A white saber-image flickered in her eyes—a fleeting glimpse that, once seen by anyone, would forever be unforgettable for its sheer perfection!

The Black Demon Commander froze upon seeing the instantaneous saber-image. It wasn't until he felt an intense sense of crisis that he snapped back to his senses and retreated rapidly.

Swish!

A figure appeared behind him like a phantom. Bai Yijun’s pristine nails traced a beautiful arc, and the surrounding malevolent winds seemed to halt completely.

Crack!

The Black Demon Commander’s body exploded. In the final moment before death, his eyes widened in disbelief as he gazed at the cold woman before him, unable to comprehend how he had fallen so easily in an area infested by low-tier Black Demons.

His remains disintegrated in the wind, leaving behind only a dark, black bead.

Bai Yijun reached out and grasped it. She turned back toward the remaining Six-Winged and Four-Winged Black Demons, her gaze indifferent and merciless, and began to walk step by step into the horde.

"Ah!"

"Run! Run!!"

All the Black Demons screamed, raising a deafening clamor. Their supposed god—the Black Demon Commander—had been instantly slain by this girl in just a few moves!

Bai Yijun’s clear eyes swept over the horde. She slowly raised her palm. Without any visible effort, numerous white light-blades materialized from thin air behind the fleeing demons, roaring past and illuminating the entire pitch-black void as if it were daytime. One by one, the demons were split in two before the power of the light-blades!

A massacre, utterly one-sided!

Fuxi stood frozen on the spot, watching the brutal scene, his heart filled with awe. Even if he were to strike personally, unless he deployed the Eight Trigrams Mirror, he could not have achieved such composed slaughter against so many Black Demons!

In a few breaths, the Black Demon cluster, which had been as dense as a honeycomb, was swept clean by countless dancing light-blades and utterly annihilated. Bai Yijun's figure drifted among the remnants, her hands reaching out through the air as if collecting something. After a moment, having gathered everything, she turned around and said serenely, "Let's go." Her figure flickered, and she returned inside the Eight Trigrams Ship.

Seeing her body re-enter from the outside, Ye Chen let out a breath of relief and rushed forward to meet her, anxiously asking, "Are you hurt?" He carefully inspected her from head to toe; seeing no trace of blood, he finally felt at ease.

"I'm fine," Bai Yijun smiled slightly, opening her palm. Lying in her long, pale hand were twelve glistening black beads, varying in size, with the largest being about the size of a ping-pong ball.

Ye Chen was utterly astonished, his mind momentarily blank. "These... did you kill them all?"

"Mhm." Bai Yijun’s smile held a hint of playfulness as she handed them to him. "These are useful for you. Absorb them quickly and see."

Shao Hao and the others nearby, seeing the twelve Black Demon Orbs, almost had their eyeballs pop out. They stared at the pair, dumbfounded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Fuxi quietly entered from behind. Seeing the Black Demon Orbs in Ye Chen's hand, even his composure faltered slightly, before he quickly accepted it. No one knew better than him that countless Black Demons had perished under Bai Yijun’s hand. Given this girl's fortune, while Black Demon Orbs were exceedingly rare, obtaining twelve was not unexpected.