The boundary between the Panbulasi Prairie and the Tianjue Forest has become home to not only the Minotaurs but also dozens of other races, including the Blood-Eye Clan, the Sky Wolf Giants, the Moon Clan, and the Spirit Race. Under Ye Jingyu's governance, the strength of the Minotaurs, the agility of the Sky Wolf Giants, the keen senses of the Spirit Race, the night vision of the Moon Clan, and the hardiness of the Blood-Eye Clan—the innate talents of dozens of races have perfectly merged, forging this territory into an impenetrable stronghold.

Chiyi Xiu repeatedly slammed himself against the altar, his horns shrinking as his body grew, now towering to a height of eight zhang. The Nine Li Pagoda would occasionally stand beside him, offering pointers.

Lin Xiaoyi also held his battle saber, practicing relentlessly in an open area. Every strike unleashed the full extent of his Xuan power, leaving nothing in reserve. This life-risking training rapidly boosted his speed.

Hu Yanqi, gripping his bow, hid within a mountain valley, cultivating intensely. He understood that the She Ri Jue (Sun-Shooting Art) was all he had left, and his future accomplishments rested entirely upon it.

As for Hu Yanmeng, for reasons unknown, Yue Hen was instantly taken with her the first time he saw her. This was not romantic affection, but the joy of discovering excellent raw material ripe for molding. With Ye Jingyu’s consent, he took Hu Yanmeng as his apprentice and was now teaching her the Moon Clan's lineage of archery deep within the Tianjue Forest.

Hei Ming Shixuan, along with the newly awakened Little Tao Tao and Ni Bo, ventured into the Panbulasi Prairie to search for spiritual herbs. With the help of Ni Bo, they discovered countless herbs within days, and the one demon and two beasts treated the rare flora—which ordinary people might never see in a lifetime—as mere snacks.

As for Jiu Feng, she remained within the territory, cultivating diligently. She was currently the weakest among them, and she absolutely could not become a burden to Ye Jingyu. However, for some inexplicable reason, her cultivation, which had been skyrocketing since entering the Demon Realm, had slowed considerably in recent days. While she was still improving, the pace of progress was even slower than when she was in the human world; the reason remained a mystery.

Everyone was striving to enhance their cultivation, except for Liang Xiaoke, who was idle every day. He either kept himself busy consorting with Moni in their cave or went off to tease the young maidens of the Spirit Race. Who knew how many Spirit Clan girls had been deceived out of their innocence by him.

Meanwhile, Ye Jingyu sat cross-legged atop the tallest peak in the area, remaining there for a full seven days and seven nights.

His physical body and cultivation had both reached the realm of a Ninth-Grade Demon Lord. His physical strength was in no way inferior to an average Ninth-Grade Demon Lord, and combined with the Star Power, Flame Power, and Thunder Power surging within him, he could contend with a regular Ninth-Grade Demon Lord without relying on treasures like the Twelve Heaven Witch Annihilation Grand Array or the Eastern Emperor Bell and Heaven-Overturning Seal.

Yet, he understood that if he encountered a Demon King expert, his chances of victory were slim. Even deploying the Twelve Heaven Witch Annihilation Grand Array, defeating a Demon King would be exceedingly difficult. The gap between a Ninth-Grade Demon Lord and a Demon King was not something that could be bridged merely by numbers.

But gathering another Golden Core within his body was not easy. The Star Golden Core was formed from the boundless starlight collected by that ring, an event that ultimately destroyed the ring—the very ring that revealed his parentage. The Thunder Power was the result of a serendipitous trip to the Thunder Marsh. As for the Flame Golden Core, had he not encountered Xi Yang, he still wouldn't know how long it would have taken to condense. In short, the condensation of each Golden Core was a matter of chance, something that could only be encountered, not sought.

In the short term, he had no way to condense another Golden Core, making further advancements in his realm difficult. Therefore, the only way to enhance his strength was to make his divine abilities more potent. Against ordinary Demon Lord experts, his Saber Techniques and Battle Skills were sufficient to cope. However, if he truly encountered a Demon King, those moves would prove utterly inadequate.

These past few days, the divine ability he had been meditating on was his Eye of Reincarnation. He clearly recalled that mysterious little figure in the Tiangang Mountain Range telling him that the Eye of Reincarnation was a divine ability even more formidable than his Nine Nether Heaven-Penetrating Eye. He distinctly remembered that the mysterious old man had merely glanced at Hei Ming Yingjie and sent her flying. His current cultivation was certainly not weak, especially his physical body, which was tempered daily by the forces of thunder, flame, and stars—it was countless times stronger than before. It was time to reinforce the Eye of Reincarnation.

Seven days later, at dawn, as the first ray of purple light pierced the sky, Ye Jingyu suddenly opened his eyes. The moon wheel engraved on his brow manifested there, appearing extraordinarily brilliant against the dim sky.

A streak of silver light flashed, striking the lone sapling atop the peak. At first glance, nothing seemed to have happened. But if anyone had been present, they would have clearly witnessed the void surrounding the small tree begin to crackle and collapse. After the silver light passed, the sapling had disintegrated into dust, as if it had never existed.

This must be the true power of the Eye of Reincarnation. Merely sweeping over something caused the void itself to shatter. Such an attack should be capable of threatening beings in the Demon King realm, right?

Ye Jingyu wiped the sweat from his brow with some difficulty. He had to concentrate all his spirit, essence, and energy to achieve this. To deliver a surprise strike, he would need to cultivate even more diligently. But regardless, Ye Jingyu was quite satisfied with achieving this much. His body slowly rose, and he was about to descend the mountain when a figure materialized before him out of thin air...

Looking at the handsome man whose features were almost unnervingly sharp, a faint smile touched the corner of Ye Jingyu's lips.

"Yan Senxu, is that you? You ran back this quickly? Did you think you were absolutely certain of defeating me?"

"Do you dare fight me fairly?" Yan Senxu stated coldly.

"A fair fight? That’s not a question of daring, but why should I fight you fairly?" Ye Jingyu's lips curled into a mocking smile. Had this fellow lost his mind? The last time he was slapped away in utter disarray, why did he suddenly muster the courage to return? And upon returning, he immediately demanded a fair duel—what an idiot.

"There is no why. You have only two choices: either fight, or die..." This statement came not from Yan Senxu, but from a voice brimming with authority. Upon hearing it, Ye Jingyu distinctly felt an indescribable pressure wash over him, and the surrounding scenery instantly shifted...

(Announcing the YY fan group, this is mainly for computer users who like to use YY voice chat: 92542816, or you can directly join the YY channel: 4533132, Star Concentration Camp. Ah, Star will basically visit YY every Monday! I’ll also drop by other book groups when I have time, but less so recently; there’s too much going on, and I need to stockpile drafts for a massive release. Please understand. There will be another chapter tonight, and tomorrow will be the big release, preparing for six chapters!)