Especially Liang Xiaoke, perhaps he is still the ancestor of those humans, but if viewed through the lens of the Douhun Continent's mindset, wasn't the Asian Alliance also a god-like existence?

Moreover, they managed to tear open space and resist the powerful Demon Race back then; without such strength, wouldn't they have perished long ago?

No matter what, in their eyes, the Douhun Continent was merely a laboratory. In Fang Jiuyou's memories, some members of the guard team were outstanding figures from the Douhun Continent, merely brainwashed by the Alliance...

The Asian Alliance has existed for so many years, and their research into genetic engineering has long been perfected, making it completely effortless to keep a person alive for a thousand years. How many experts have they absorbed over the years? It would be strange if they didn't have so many powerhouses...

However, the joy was fleeting, immediately followed by a wave of anxiety. They had killed Fang Jiuyou without asking any questions. Although Fang Jiuyou wasn't the sole heir of the Fang family, he was still an important figure. Now that they had slain him, how could they resist if the Fang family sought vengeance with their current strength?

Of course, from Fang Jiuyou's memories, to maintain the normal development of the Douhun Continent, the Asian Alliance, the European Alliance, and the African Alliance had signed a series of accords, restricting them from interfering with the Douhun Continent's development through forceful means...

In other words, even if the Fang family truly discovered that Ye Jingyu and his group had killed Fang Jiuyou, they could not openly dispatch numerous experts to execute them in revenge. After all, Ye Jingyu was now, to some extent, a celebrity in the Nanyun Empire, possessing a certain degree of prestige. If he were suddenly killed like that, it would certainly cause a stir, and even if the tentacles of the African and European Alliances didn't reach here, they would surely know...

Admittedly, Ye Jingyu didn't believe a mere agreement could bind the Fang family. But if the Fang family truly acted so flagrantly to annihilate Ye Jingyu, wouldn't the European Alliance, the African Alliance, and even other families within the Asian Alliance be aware? If these entities learned that a descendant of the Fang family died at the hands of such a "guinea pig" as him, the Fang family's reputation would plummet to rock bottom...

Therefore, he was convinced that the Fang family would not send people in a grand manner. The most likely method would be dispatching experts disguised with a Douhun Continent identity, intending to kill him on the battlefield...

So, regardless of whether the Fang family currently knew it was them who killed Fang Jiuyou, he had to prepare early. Perhaps this feud would ultimately have to be settled on the battlefield...

Even though this might stir up a great deal of trouble, Ye Jingyu would never regret it. To learn so much from Fang Jiuyou's memory—even facing retaliation from the Fang family—was a small price to pay...

The most important thing in life is understanding why one lives. If one doesn't even know their own position, what meaning does life hold?

Furthermore, now that they knew of the existence of the Guhua Continent, both Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke were eager to visit, to see how humanity would develop in the years to come...

Naturally, killing Fang Jiuyou this time involved an element of luck. If Fang Jiuyou hadn't been careless, if it weren't for the greenish ancient bell within his body, even if Ye Jingyu had planned meticulously to pit Fang Jiuyou and Xuanyuan Ruoxing into a mutually destructive fight, he might not have managed to kill Fang Jiuyou...

After all, the magic treasures he possessed were of the Earth-rank and Heaven-rank!

But the thought that the greenish ancient bell he obtained from the Turbid Dragon could actually devour Heaven-rank magic treasures sent a thrill through Ye Jingyu. When would he finally gain control of that ancient bell...?

Finally, Ye Jingyu and the others conferred and decided to return immediately to Yunjing City. Having obtained so much intelligence, there was no need to continue toward Tianyuan City...

They had to quickly improve their strength before the Fang family discovered they were the ones who killed Fang Jiuyou. Only formidable strength was the fundamental basis in hand...

Just as Ye Jingyu and his group fully returned to Yunjing, on the Guhua Continent, within the Fang Tian Tower in Fang Tian City, where the Fang family resided.

Fang Zhentian stared blankly at the shattered ring, murmuring to himself. He truly couldn't believe his son was dead?

He had only gone to that place to play around, to experience life; how could he possibly die?

While his strength wasn't exceptional, he possessed so many magic treasures; even if he couldn't win in the end, he should have had enough time to escape?

Who was it? Who exactly killed him? Fang Zhentian raged inwardly, his eyes turning blood-red. He hadn't cared at all about his son going to the Douhun Continent previously—it was like a child playing in one's backyard, something a parent feels secure about. But now, his son died unexpectedly, filling him with shock and grief...

"Family Head, what happened? Jiuyou he..." At this moment, Fang Zhennan, seated to Fang Jiuyou's left, cautiously spoke up...

"He's dead, murdered..." Fang Zhentian practically howled, slamming his hand down onto the alloy-made tabletop. The round table, capable of withstanding a full-strength blow from a Martial Saint, instantly shattered under his palm, and violent energy swept through everything nearby...

Sensing the terrifying killing intent radiating from Fang Zhentian, the eight people present all frowned...

Soon after, Fang Zhentian recounted Fang Jiuyou's trip to the Douhun Continent. Everyone present wore expressions of utter astonishment. A young master of the prestigious Fang family killed on the Douhun Continent? This... How was this possible?

If they hadn't known Fang Zhentian wouldn't joke about his son's death, they would never have believed it...

"I will avenge my son! Revenge! Revenge!" Fang Zhentian bellowed. Fang Jiuyou's death was not just grief for him, but a profound humiliation. Not just Fang Zhentian, but the other Fang family members were all filled with fury. The entire Nine Provinces were practically under their control; only a few specific individuals could have killed Fang Jiuyou, and those individuals would certainly never risk offending the Fang family by doing so. This was why Fang Zhentian had been so relaxed about Fang Jiuyou going to the Nine Provinces for fun—it was akin to your son visiting the small mice or ants you keep in your own garden; you certainly wouldn't dispatch bodyguards to follow him? Even those few Martial Saints were merely there to assist Fang Jiuyou...

Yet now, his son had been killed by those very creatures he considered mere white mice, how could he not be enraged?

Amidst his fury, Fang Zhentian felt a pang of regret. If he had simply dispatched a few members of the Heaven-rank battle team to protect him secretly, how could his son have been killed?

"Big Brother, let me go..." Just then, a phantom figure flickered into existence from the void. The voice was that of the man who had spoken with Fang Zhentian on Yanhuang Island...

Upon seeing this man materialize from thin air, the others showed expressions of fear, involuntarily taking a step backward. They clearly held this man in great dread...

This was Fang Zhenxue, Fang Zhentian's biological brother...

Of course, that wasn't the reason they feared him. They could joke with Fang Zhentian, let alone his younger brother? However, Fang Zhuguo (Note: The text switches name here, referencing the implied character's nickname/alternate name) had another terrifying nickname: The Cold-Blooded Asura...

He was Fang Zhentian's shadow, his most capable subordinate. Anyone who offended Fang Zhentian nearly always met their end at his hands. No matter the assignment, once he took action, he absolutely left no survivors...

He was a ruthless killer; in his eyes, there were only two kinds of people: the dead and the living...

And his strength had reached a level beyond ordinary comprehension. It could be said that he was the God of Slaughter for the entire Fang family...

Killer, God of Slaughter, Demon of Slaughter, and even Slaughterer of Self...

Looking at the icy expression of Fang Zhenxue, Fang Zhentian gently shook his head...

"Your strength is too formidable. If you appear on the Douhun Continent, it will certainly displease those two factions. Let Fang Zhuguo go instead..." After murmuring this sentence, Fang Zhentian seemed to age significantly, turning and walking out of the vast living room...

The others behind him also saw their expressions shift upon hearing the name Fang Zhuguo...

As for Fang Zhenxue, the murderous intent flickering in his eyes nearly suffocated everyone present...

(Hey, finally reached this point. The veil of mystery is starting to lift. Everyone, please throw bricks of support!)