A naturally anomalous seed, one that can be prized but never sought after, truly rare. Although cultivating the Five-Colored Po Xun Flower was exceedingly difficult, successfully growing it would mean that even masters above the Core Condensation realm would find it no easy task to approach within ten zhang of Feng Zikang.

“Congratulations, Junior Brother!” Huo Zhongguang might not have recognized the true value, but seeing Feng Zikang’s look as if he’d found the greatest treasure, he could easily imagine the immense power of the Five-Colored Po Xun Flower seeds. If this item could sprout into such a bizarre flower, capable of unleashing such strange illusions, then who under the heavens could stand against it?

Huo Zhongguang’s mouth watered; he even contemplated asking for a single seed, but knowing it was a fool’s dream, he dared not speak. Feng Zikang understood his desire and smiled faintly, “Senior Brother has forgotten the etiquette of rewarding merit in the military way.

For the seeds of the Five-Colored Po Xun Flower, one is enough for me. The remaining two will naturally be awarded to those who have contributed merits.” Huo Zhongguang recalled Feng Zikang’s words and nodded repeatedly, vowing to earn more merits in the future to strive for such rewards.

Feng Zikang tucked away the three seeds and pointed toward the tunnel ahead, “Senior Brother, does the area ahead feel familiar to you?” Huo Zhongguang hesitated for a long moment and shook his head. When he entered the Demonic Estate before, he had been thrown directly into a great hall; he had no experience of this passage.

The last time, he was triggered by accumulated sword intent, and by a twist of fate, he entered from some unknown exit within the Demonic Estate, which was completely different from their current path through the main entrance. Feng Zikang knew he couldn’t rely on him, so, adding caution, he commanded Long Que to step into the tunnel first to scout.

As long as Long Que’s Dragon Soul was not extinguished, he could reform at any time using the Reincarnation Through Transformation technique, rendering him almost immortal; he was quite bold, stepping down the path with a heavy kaka sound from his massive claws. Feng Zikang followed leisurely, his long sword sheathed on his back, while the little fox perched on his shoulder, showing no fear.

Only Huo Zhongguang followed nervously at the very end. He was currently a Primordial Spirit Blood Shadow, possessing little actual defensive power, so his courage had naturally waned considerably.

This tunnel, too, was lined with cyan jade, but the floor was neatly paved. Along the four walls, at intervals of every few steps, luminous pearls the size of human heads were embedded, illuminating the tunnel as brightly as day.

To a mortal eye, these luminous pearls embedded in the walls would be priceless treasures, but Feng Zikang, a cultivator, paid them no mind at all. To him, these pearls, which served no purpose other than emitting light, were no different from ordinary mud bricks and tiles.

They traveled quite a distance before the tunnel gradually widened into a courtyard. At the end of the passage stood a tall, heavy bronze gate, tightly shut.

Hanging above the door was a plaque inscribed with four ancient characters. Feng Zikang vaguely recognized the third character as "Demon" (Mo); the other three he did not know.

“This is ancient demonic script. Do you recognize it, Senior Brother?” He knew what the script was from the divine consciousness memory of the Formless Heavenly Demon, but he couldn't read it, so he turned to ask Huo Zhongguang.

Huo Zhongguang had inherited the secrets of the Ten Directions Demonic Path Rebirth Codex; perhaps he could recognize a few. Huo Zhongguang squinted, studying it for a long time, and only recognized the third character as Mo (Demon).

The second character seemed to be Tian (Heaven), but he wasn’t entirely sure. “Heavenly Demon?” Feng Zikang’s eyes lit up.

If this Demonic Estate was related to the Heavenly Demons, he had no intention of merely picking up treasures here! After all, the Formless Heavenly Demon Dao he cultivated had no established lineage in the world; he could only find other demonic cultivation texts for reference.

However, if this turned out to be a Heavenly Demon’s dwelling, it would be a boon sent from heaven. Yet, even if the second character was indeed Tian, judging by the meaning of the characters, it might not necessarily relate to the Heavenly Demon Dao.

Generally, these four-character names were paired two by two; there was no sense in pairing the second and third characters together. “Regardless, we must enter to find out the truth.” Feng Zikang nodded in signal.

Long Que understood, walked to the door, gathered his strength, and gave it a mighty shove. BANG!

The heavy bronze door emitted a distant, resonant clang, like a struck bell. Though the sound was grand, the door didn't budge an inch.

Long Que’s shove carried at least ten thousand catties of force, yet the bronze door didn't even tremble. It was unclear what secret method was used to secure it.

“I heard the path to enlightenment is difficult, but I never expected entering the Demonic Path would also present such a formidable obstacle!” Feng Zikang chuckled lightly and approached the bronze door, examining it closely. The door was about five zhang high and three zhang wide.

Its surface was covered with strange flame-like patterns, resembling seals or perhaps incantations. The door had neither a lock nor a keyhole; it looked as though it were barricaded from the inside by a crossbar.

“Junior Brother, can you discern any mechanism?” Huo Zhongguang crowded closer, probing here and there, hoping to find some hidden mechanism or secret door, but he too found nothing. The bronze door was sealed so tightly that there wasn't even a hairline crack between the two leaves, making it impossible to glimpse inside.

Feng Zikang pondered for a moment, then pushed the door. He felt a heavy pressure pushing back from behind, momentarily throwing him off balance, causing him to step back a few paces.

“Master, be careful! This door is strange!” Long Que, having failed his push, had been sluggish for a while before regaining his energy.

Seeing Feng Zikang suffer a setback, he quickly offered a warning, “Master, however much force you use, the door will reflect it back exactly as it is. You must be careful!” “Oh?” Feng Zikang also sensed the oddity.

He waved his right hand, sending a beam of white sword light slicing toward the gap in the bronze door. With a qiang qiang sound, it mysteriously vanished.

“It worked?” Huo Zhongguang peeked out, about to ask, when he saw the bronze door shudder. From some unseen point, it reflected the beam of white sword light back.

Feng Zikang dodged swiftly, sidestepping the reflection, but it still managed to slice his sleeve, leaving him slightly disheveled. This bronze door could not only repel a physical push but could also reflect sword light?

Long Que felt slighted. He roared and spat a stream of golden light toward the bronze door, but it was equally fruitless.

The light disappeared into the door without a sound, only to rebound moments later with fierce force, knocking him backward. BOOM!

Long Que collided with the cave wall from his own golden light impact, hitting it hard enough that dust and debris from the cyan jade ceiling rained down upon him. “What a hard door...

Junior Brother, I think there must be a mechanism here; we still can’t use brute force!” Huo Zhongguang shrank back in fear. He wasn't afraid of Feng Zikang’s sword light, as he was just a blood shadow now, and being cut wouldn't cause any substantial harm.

But Long Que’s golden light carried the True Dragon Qi that subtly countered his demonic path. If he were hit by a direct blast, even if he didn't die, he would lose a layer of skin—terribly painful.

Feng Zikang slowly shook his head. He had already released his Formless Heavenly Demon avatar, allowing it to probe inward, but it couldn't penetrate the range of the bronze door.

The sheer solidity of this door was beyond their imagination! And the hinges by the door showed nothing special; there truly were no mechanisms.

It was purely a very heavy bronze door capable of reflecting all forms of attack. He couldn’t help but wonder how troublesome it must have been for the former master of this place to enter and exit.

Feng Zikang sighed. He knew that anyone capable of carving out such a dwelling within Dragon Tooth Island must possess incredible, unfathomable divine abilities.

For them, this was a severe obstacle. For the previous occupant, however, it might have been merely a trivial matter.

The only variable was power! Yes, if the illusion formation earlier tested one's state of mind and the acuteness of the six senses, then this bronze door’s sole test was strength.

As long as you possessed sufficient power, this door would open easily. But if you couldn't push it open, that power would rebound against yourself, whether it was sword light, divine abilities, or ordinary attacks.

There were no flashy mechanisms. Demonic cultivators were straightforward: if you have the strength, you take; if you lack strength, you retreat.

It was a very simple choice. Feng Zikang took a step back, silently raising his sword.

A faint, pale-gold arc began to shimmer around him. “Ju...

Junior Brother, what are you doing?” Huo Zhongguang was startled. This ghostly door clearly reflected attacks; why was his Junior Brother adopting that stance?

Was he planning to unleash his strongest sword art, the North Star Strike again? Huo Zhongguang knew Feng Zikang practiced the Starfall Great Extinction Sword Technique.

The third strike, North Star Strike, was immensely powerful. When he fought the White Bone Divine Monarch, a single strike shattered the monarch’s complete body, giving Long Que the chance to regain control of his physical form.

Now, with that posture, was he planning to...? Feng Zikang closed his eyes, raising his sword, which flickered with strange light!

“No!” Huo Zhongguang wailed in distress. If this sword strike was reflected, the entire chamber would be filled with chaotic sword energy.

Even as a mere blood shadow, he would likely be sliced to shreds. Especially Feng Zikang himself—if he was accidentally killed by his own sword energy, he would lose his sanctuary within the Four Symbols Divine Demon Prison.

As a Primordial Spirit Blood Shadow, his only options were to dissipate into the cosmos or be annihilated by someone else; how miserable! “Junior Brother, don't do anything rash!” Amidst his frantic cries, Feng Zikang’s sword momentum surged forward like splitting bamboo.

Though his body didn't move, and the sword didn't move, boundless pressure and frigid sword light slashed toward the immovable bronze door. You are just a door; I am the eternal, unmoving stars!

In Feng Zikang’s mind, there was no thought of retreat, only courage and ambition to push forward. How could a mere bronze door stop him?

If he lacked such an indomitable spirit and tried to hold something back, he knew without even trying that this door couldn't be opened. Only by committing his entire mind and body, staking everything, could he use his full strength to shatter the bronze door.

KRAK! The sword light pierced into the bronze door, emitting a sound like a cracked gong, and then vanished again.

“It’s over!” Huo Zhongguang ducked and scrambled away, “Junior Brother, you should run too! Your old brother can’t live without you!” Feng Zikang took a deep breath, slowly lowering his sword.

This strike had exhausted his entire being, though its consumption was much less than the first time he used the North Star Strike in the Profound Origin Cave. After all, his cultivation had advanced significantly recently, and his foundation was much stronger.

He circulated his internal energy, not taking a single step back. Since opening the Guan point beneath his Yongquan, he constantly felt a scorching geothermal energy rising from below, helping him regulate his meridians and recover his vitality.

The sword light reflection Huo Zhongguang had imagined never materialized. He tentatively raised his head, fearfully glancing at the still, immovable bronze door.

“Did... did it reflect?” Feng Zikang held his sword horizontally and let out a soft snort.

Suddenly, a sound of clattering and dropping echoed. Countless fragments of bronze and chips began falling from the door.

The bronze door was disintegrating! “Incredible, what an amazing sword strike!” Huo Zhongguang hadn't anticipated this outcome.

He looked at Feng Zikang, only to see his Junior Brother wearing a thoughtful expression, a look of sudden enlightenment. Just as he was about to dish out more flattery, he saw Feng Zikang shake his head and sigh, “The master of this place truly is extraordinarily remarkable!” “Ah?” Huo Zhongguang was confused again.

His Junior Brother had just displayed magnificent power, shattering the bronze door with a single sword strike, yet now he was praising the master of the place. Feng Zikang slowly moved his sword forward, sweeping aside the bronze debris blocking the way.

He saw that the bronze door had a large hole broken through it, just enough for one person to pass. The thickness of this door was horrifying; looking at the breach from the outside, it resembled a long, narrow pass.

“Let’s go in first before I explain. Otherwise, if this door grows back, won't it require another effort?” Feng Zikang leaped into the opening of the doorway and hurried forward.

Long Que and the little fox followed close behind. Huo Zhongguang saw that the door was indeed strangely wriggling and growing, slowly healing like living flesh, albeit not quickly, but visibly.

Shuddering, he quickly followed suit. Huo Zhongguang hurried a few steps to catch up with Feng Zikang, “Junior Brother, why do you say the master of this place is formidable?” Feng Zikang sighed and shook his head, “Tell me, if a person had to surpass their own limits every time they left or entered their own home, could that person fail to grow into an earth-shattering, incredible figure?” “Surpass themselves every time they leave or enter their home?” Huo Zhongguang paused, remembering the bizarre bronze door, “Could it be that...” “The bronze door is another self.” Feng Zikang finally grasped this truth when he unleashed the North Star Sword strike.

The master of this place had set up such a bronze door. No matter how much force one used, the door would reflect it perfectly.

The only way to open this door was to strike it with power that exceeded one's own current limit. Feng Zikang’s North Star Sword had achieved another breakthrough midway through its execution, finally surpassing his personal limit of power, which is how he managed to open the door and carve out a passage.

The internal energy in his body was now surging, hinting at another breakthrough. He had also gained new insights into his sword techniques.

Yet, this single sword strike had yielded such improvement! But...

thinking of the master of this place, Feng Zikang felt a chill run down his spine. He only passed through once and gained such an elevation.

If the resident master had to surpass his own limits every time he left and entered his home, what realm could he possibly have reached after years and years? The ancient Divine Demons truly possessed incomprehensible, great divine abilities!

Feng Zikang felt both yearning and fear in his heart, his curiosity about the people and things within this Demonic Estate intensely piqued. This Demonic Estate was at least a thousand years old.

Who was its original master? What treasures were hidden inside?

And what connection did it have with the Starfall Great Extinction Sword Technique? He forced down the surging internal energy within him.

This was not the right time to advance; his mind was too turbulent to calm down. He would wait until the current matter concluded before attempting to break through to a new realm all at once.

After walking a short distance, the passage from the bronze door finally ended. Feng Zikang saw a vast expanse of white light ahead, not seeming like the interior of a mountain, but rather exiting into a sunlit area outside the mountain.

“No way?” Feng Zikang stepped out of the cave entrance and gazed into the distance, unable to believe his own eyes.