The following events were considerably simpler; the Minotaur tribe had always resided on the Panblas Grasslands, making Ye Jingyu's search for the younger generation who had drifted there much easier. However, Ye Jingyu did not bring them back directly through the Minotaurs. Following the advice of Dugu Ba-Chen and Xuanyuan Jue, this journey into the Demon Realm was meant to temper them, constantly unlocking their potential and enhancing their strength. If he simply found them now, wouldn't all that effort be wasted?

He only wanted to find Jiu Feng as quickly as possible. He could not bear the thought of anything happening to her; he would never forgive himself if that occurred. Yet, although the Minotaur tribe had found traces of many humans, there was no news whatsoever about Jiu Feng, which filled Ye Jingyu with deep concern.

After the Minotaur tribe rested for several days, there was still no word of Jiu Feng, nor even of Luo Ling'er and Hei Ming Shi-Xuan, causing Ye Jingyu intense worry.

Eventually, he could remain still no longer. On one hand, he commanded the Jiuli Pagoda to continue searching for the people he sought; on the other, he set off with Hu Yanqi and the others. He decided he must personally travel to the Panblas Grasslands to investigate.

The Panblas Grasslands were the largest expanse of grassland in the northwestern region of the Demon Realm. No one knew precisely how vast the plains were. Perhaps tens of thousands of years ago in the Demon Realm, someone had reached its deepest parts, but in recent years, no demon had possessed the ability to venture too far into the grasslands.

The grass on the plains was neither pale blue nor green, but a shade of blood-red, and the deeper they moved inward, the darker this color became. When Ye Jingyu and his group had traveled five thousand kilometers, the grassland's color had already turned black.

The demonic beasts inhabiting this area were even more terrifying. A single Demonic Wolf emerging casually possessed the strength of an average Grandmaster. If Ye Jingyu's group hadn't been overwhelmingly powerful, they would never have managed to reach this point with such ease.

Sensing the sheer terror of the Panblas Grasslands, a wave of worry washed over Ye Jingyu. Luo Ling'er had Xiao Tao-Tao, Ni Bo, and Hei Ming Shi-Xuan with her, but Jiu Feng’s cultivation was at most the Grandmaster realm. Even if she had been elevated to the Martial Saint realm before entering the Demon Realm, surviving in this environment would be virtually impossible. Why were his masters and the others so completely at ease?

It was called tempering on the surface, but wasn't this essentially sending them to their deaths? Did they not fear seeing their entire lineage extinguished here?

Ye Jingyu could not comprehend that those selected to enter the Demon Realm were the geniuses among geniuses. Besides their intrinsically formidable power, they also carried various magical treasures and weapons from their respective sects. While they might not win in a fight, escaping was usually possible.

As for defeating the Demonic Wolf King, though it was immensely difficult, it wasn't impossible if these young cultivators united their efforts.

However, if Ye Jingyu's group were to encounter a Demonic Wolf King, perhaps only Hu Yanmeng's strength would be slightly inferior; any one of the others, even Hu Yanqi, could easily put an arrow through it.

At this moment, the purple sky had grown dim. The already somber grassland descended into deeper darkness, so much so that it was no exaggeration to say one could not see their own hand before their face.

Gazing at the pitch-black plains, Ye Jingyu decided they should rest for a while. Regardless, after traveling so far, they needed some respite.

Ignoring Liang Xiaoke, who was lagging behind flirting with the two Heavenly Wolf women, Ye Jingyu beckoned Tagri, who had accompanied him.

"My Lord, what are your commands?" Tagri was extremely excited. Ye Jingyu was the figure designated for allegiance by the Demon God Chi You; being by his side was naturally a glorious honor.

Originally, only his father among his clansmen qualified for such a position, but following the emissary’s instructions, his father had to remain to oversee the tribe and could not follow. Next in line should have been his brothers. Based on his own strength, he shouldn't have been chosen to accompany the Emissary, yet, unexpectedly, the Emissary had named him personally. How could he not be overjoyed?

In their eyes, Ye Jingyu was the direct representative of the Great Demon God Chi You; every word and action he took represented Chi You himself.

"We rest here tonight. Prepare things," Ye Jingyu commanded, pointing to a vast, open area. Chi Yi-Xiu had stayed behind with the Minotaur tribe to cultivate and absorb the power within his body. Tagri was the largest among them here, so the hard labor naturally fell to him.

"As you command, My Lord!" Tagri was ecstatic. He turned and sprinted to the side, then slammed a fist into the ground. A surge of immense power erupted, causing the earth beneath to tremble and collapse. In moments, a circular pit, more than ten zhang in diameter, formed, its surrounding area perfectly smooth, as if cut by the sharpest implement.

An open-air circular plaza was thus formed. This was where Ye Jingyu and his entourage would rest. Although their cultivation was formidable, the Panblas Grasslands were too immense, and there was no guarantee they wouldn't encounter some high-level demonic beast, so caution was necessary.

During rest periods, they would all stay within this sunken pit, assigning one person to stand guard, eliminating the worry of being ambushed by some beast leaping from the thicket.

Seeing Tagri create a natural fortress with a single punch, Liang Xiaoke and the others were no longer surprised. They all leaped into the earthen pit, some starting fires, some flirting, and some cultivating…

Meanwhile, Ye Jingyu’s body slowly ascended. A massive Divine Sense spread outwards, beginning to search for nearby prey. Although at their level, they no longer needed to eat, appetite was one of the seven human emotions and desires, and Ye Jingyu did not wish to lose what made him human, no matter how powerful he became. He knew he was a human.

Furthermore, Hu Yanmeng was still only at the Martial Saint realm; she had not yet reached the stage of complete abstinence from food.

The nights on the Panblas Grasslands were utterly black. Not only was sight useless, but even Divine Sense could not scan very far. With Ye Jingyu's current Divine Sense, he could only probe a distance of five hundred meters at best.

After searching for a while, for reasons unknown, he hadn't even found the smallest demonic beast. Just as he was about to give up, a streak of fiery red light suddenly illuminated the northwest direction…

"What is that?" Ye Jingyu whispered, and the others simultaneously looked over, seeing that fiery red light shooting straight into the sky, as if a massive conflagration had erupted.

Tagri, who stood over six zhang tall on the ground, slightly changed expression, speaking in surprise, "That is the Nine Heavens Flame, a technique of the Flame Demon tribe. Why would there be Flame Demons here?"