This is the second update. May the Great Immortal of Moon Tickets stand guard! Feng Zikang's cultivation... had actually reached a level where he could withstand a Heavenly Tribulation?

This was the most unbelievable thing Huo Zhongguang had witnessed since entering the East Sea Demon Mansion today.

"This is merely a minor Heavenly Tribulation mocked up by this world! No need to panic!"

Feng Zikang’s single sentence unveiled the mystery. Although the lightning and fire looked as fierce as true heavenly lightning, they were ultimately just imitations conjured by this minor world; their power could not compare to a genuine Heavenly Tribulation.

"So that's it!" Huo Zhongguang suddenly understood, slapping his forehead and deeply resenting the cruel tastes of this place's master.

Who would have thought that after mimicking the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and beasts of Heaven, he would also imitate a Heavenly Tribulation? And do it so convincingly!

Feng Zikang spread his hand, retracting the Dragon Fang Ancient Mirror, twisted his body, and landed beside Long Que and Huo Zhongguang. The surrounding flashes of lightning and thunder had yet to cease.

"If my calculations are correct, we should now be..."

Suddenly, a blue light enveloped them. Huo Zhongguang panicked, about to call for Feng Zikang to retrieve him into his Sea of Consciousness, but Feng Zikang merely waved his hand, smiling to signal that it was fine.

Huo Zhongguang felt his vision blur. He suddenly heard the roar of surging waves. When he opened his eyes, they were already on the seashore.

"Ah!"

This scene was exactly the same as when he had left the cave dwelling, except he was fully conscious this time, which was less humiliating.

Waves rolled in, white sand covered their feet. Looking back, Dragon Fang Mountain towered into the clouds, already far in the distance.

Huo Zhongguang poked at a piece of fruit before him, sitting opposite Feng Zikang, utterly perplexed.

"Junior Brother, are you saying that because you took this central guiding bead that absorbs the essence of moonlight within the Demon Mansion, this entire fabricated world collapsed, and thus, we outsiders inside were teleported out by a minor translocation divine ability?"

He glanced at the inconspicuous, dark central guiding bead in Feng Zikang’s hand, his heart filled with doubt.

"The Demon Mansion was destroyed over this insignificant thing?"

Feng Zikang smiled and shook his head. "The Demon Mansion certainly wasn't destroyed. A place inhabited by such a mighty being likely collapses often and possesses its own means of repair and reorganization. As for the Demon Mansion itself, it isn't even located within this fabricated world. How could it suffer any damage?"

Within the mountain-belly world, he had pondered for a long time before finally deciphering the whereabouts of the Demon Mansion.

This realm was merely an entrance set up by the great divine being residing there, connecting to a certain Mysterious Realm; the Demon Mansion itself was not in this space.

When the moon was full, the light of the Dragon Fang Ancient Mirror would resonate with the central guiding bead where the Demon Mansion was situated, linking the passage between the two worlds, causing the Demon Mansion to manifest within this realm.

If the moonlight was not full, a projection of the Demon Mansion could still be seen, but one could not truly enter. Only the central guiding bead, which linked the two worlds, offered a chance of being obtained.

"So, Junior Brother you..." Huo Zhongguang finally understood why Feng Zikang had risked venturing into the Demon Mansion's projection, triggering the world's imitation of a Heavenly Tribulation.

"Although it isn't the full moon this time, obtaining this item ahead of schedule will make entering next time much easier."

Feng Zikang held the central guiding bead, a faint smile on his face.

"But with this central guiding bead taken, won't it affect the Demon Mansion's manifestation on the night of the full moon?" Huo Zhongguang sounded somewhat worried.

"No." Feng Zikang smiled and shook his head. "There are three central guiding beads in total. I only took one, purely to save effort the next time we enter."

As they were speaking, they heard a clamor outside. Villagers rushed out; it seemed someone else had arrived.

A young man ran in breathlessly, reporting to Feng Zikang, "Little Immortal Elder Feng, several more Immortals have arrived in the village today. Do you wish to meet them?"

"Oh?" Feng Zikang felt a slight surprise. Few people ever visited Dragon Fang Island, so a sudden arrival at this time was quite strange.

"Could it be..." The most frequent visitors to Dragon Fang Island were cultivators from the Taishang Sword Sect, but they had lost the Dragon Fang Mirror; what use would they have for coming now?

Feng Zikang had been exceedingly kind to the villagers these past two days, even gifting them pills for healing and longevity, winning their hearts. Seeing his confusion, the young man quickly explained, "Little Immortal Elder Feng, these new Immortals include an exceptionally beautiful Immortal Maiden! Truly a face that could topple nations. Even our village's Girl Jiao is far inferior to her beauty. It would be a real pity if you didn't come see her!"

A female cultivator?

Feng Zikang was slightly taken aback. If it wasn't related to a female cultivator, what would bring them here?

He pondered briefly. Regardless of the visitor's purpose, the proper course was to establish contact first, ascertain the situation, and prevent her from interfering with his own affairs.

Seeing Feng Zikang moved, the young man grinned and eagerly led the way, guiding Feng Zikang toward the village clearing.

Just like when Yu welcomed Feng Zikang, the villagers were generous and hospitable, presenting the female cultivator with fresh fruit and fine wine. From afar, Feng Zikang could only see a graceful back, a waist so slender and delicate it seemed ready to collapse, evoking pity in the beholder.

He could not yet see her face. He watched as the woman extended a pair of snow-white, delicate hands, accepting the fresh fruit offered by an elder of the village, thanking him softly. Her voice carried an indescribable, flowing charm.

"Junior Brother, this woman feels off..."

Huo Zhongguang quietly whispered this reminder into Feng Zikang's Sea of Consciousness.

If even he could sense it, how could Feng Zikang not?

This woman was clearly cultivating some sort of seductive demonic art—a branch discipline of their own Demonic Path!

Why would someone from the Demonic Path come to this place? Could it also be for the Demon Mansion within Dragon Fang Mountain? Feng Zikang's vigilance sharpened, and his expression subtly shifted.

It was at this moment that the woman turned her head and gave him a slight smile.

This smile was utterly captivating, her eyes curving with indescribable allure and seduction, yet it was paired