Jun Xiaoyao's few words left the various Yao Race factions present in deathly silence.
They did not doubt the authenticity of Jun Xiaoyao's words in the slightest.
In the Origin Universe, there is the Yun Sheng Imperial Palace.
Even if they could escape to the Boundary Sea, the Boundary Sea also holds the Yun Imperial Clan.
It could be said that they had no path to heaven and no door to earth.
There was simply nowhere to escape.
Even powerful Yao Race factions like the Ten Thousand Dragon Demon Gate and the Nine Phoenix Clan were speechless at this moment.
They were indeed among the most prosperous Yao Race lineages in the Yao Huang Star Realm.
But they did not have the confidence or assurance to go head-to-head with the Yun Sheng Imperial Palace.
Seeing the silence at the scene,
Jun Xiaoyao smiled slightly and said, "Whichever Yao Race faction among you has a spirit of sacrifice and is willing to sacrifice your own clansmen to fulfill the others,"
"then you may try to stop me."
After Jun Xiaoyao finished speaking, he waved his hand indifferently.
The group from the Yun Sheng Imperial Palace, including Consort Yin and Yin Guo, all descended from the Cloud Sea Dragon Boat.
Jun Xiaoyao stood at the very front, hands behind his back, as he strode toward the Demon God Palace.
The remaining Yao Race factions, including the Ten Thousand Dragon Demon Gate and the Nine Phoenix Clan, did not make a move.
They even proactively cleared a path.
A faint arc appeared at the corners of Jun Xiaoyao's lips.
The Yao Race is a race that believes in the survival of the fittest and that the strong are supreme.
As long as one is stronger than them, one can suppress them and make them tuck their tails—no, make them tuck their tails and behave.
After Jun Xiaoyao and his party entered the Demon God Palace,
the Yao Race present looked at one another.
The atmosphere was, for a moment, subtly awkward.
"Hmph, that brat actually threatened us like that; he simply has no regard for the Yao Race."
"That's right, but we cannot let him benefit alone. We must also enter to search for the Demon God's legacy."
"Indeed, since we cannot stop him, we shall race ahead of him to seize the treasures. Let's see who can snatch more!"
This group of Yao Race members also fled into the Demon God Palace one after another.
The entire Demon God Palace looked magnificent from the outside.
But the interior was actually even more vast than it appeared from the outside.
It contained its own space, which was vast and not much different from a continent.
It stored many abundant resources, all of which were the legacy of the former Demon God Palace.
However, they were not so easy to obtain.
Because there were many Restrictions, Formations, and complex killing arrays within.
Jun Xiaoyao had little interest in the other Opportunities within the Demon God Palace.
He spread his Divine Soul perception and could sense that Long Qingxuan was deep inside the palace.
Jun Xiaoyao also sensed another obscure yet powerful aura.
"Yun Wanggui, is it..."
Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.
He was somewhat curious as to why Yun Wanggui had not returned.
Was it because he was unable to break free due to some situation?
Meanwhile,
deep in the Demon God Palace,
Long Qingxuan's figure rapidly traversed the Void Realm.
There was hatred in his eyes and anger in his heart.
"Senior Green Bull is likely in grave danger; from here on out, I can only rely on myself."
"I must survive, no matter what method I use!"
Long Qingxuan's gaze was resolute.
He believed that since this was the Demon God Palace, there must be a way out.
He would definitely be able to find a way to turn the tables.
Long Qingxuan didn't even glance at the other Cultivation resources within the Demon God Palace.
The only thing he sensed was the heartbeat originating from his Bloodline, located deep within the Demon God Palace.
The heart of the demon god!
Only by obtaining the Demon God's source of power might he have a way out!
Holding this thought, Long Qingxuan followed the sensation and fled into the depths.
A short while later, the scene before Long Qingxuan suddenly changed.
Yin and Yang Qi flowed, and mist swirled.
"This is..."
Long Qingxuan realized that this continent, where the Demon God Palace was hidden, was itself a rare Yin and Yang land of creation.
All the mysterious Yin and Yang power of this Yin and Yang land of creation converged into the depths of the Demon God Palace.
Which was the region before his eyes.
Therefore, thick Yin and Yang Qi circulated in this place.
Just as Long Qingxuan wanted to step into this region, Formation patterns suddenly emerged, carrying a terrifying suppressing force.
Long Qingxuan paused, then thought for a moment and brought out the demon refining pot.
The demon refining pot circulated its mysterious power, and the Formation actually dissipated on its own.
Long Qingxuan was overjoyed and flashed into it.
In this depth, he sensed two pure auras.
He took a look.
In this depth, thick with Yin and Yang Qi, two ancient herbs were swaying.
One was as blinding as the sun, shimmering with golden divine brilliance.
One was like a moon disc, shedding a tranquil silver radiance.
"It's the Demon God's two supreme ancient herbs!"
Long Qingxuan's eyes shone with brilliance.
He had naturally heard that the Demon God possessed two ancient herbs nearing the level of immortal herbs.
Although they had not completely reached the grade of immortal herbs,
they were already much stronger than semi-immortal herbs.
Most importantly, these two herbs complemented each other, and their effects would be even better.
However, Long Qingxuan was not overly joyful.
What he cared about most right now was the heart of the demon god.
But he didn't see it.
"How can this be? It should be right here."
Long Qingxuan was now convinced that this Yin and Yang land, and even these two ancient herbs, the Sun Burning Gold Grass and the Moon Facing Sunflower,
must have been used to nurture the heart of the demon god.
But the heart of the demon god was nowhere to be found.
Long Qingxuan scanned the area with his eyes.
Suddenly, he discovered that, deep within the thick mist,
there was vaguely a hazy figure sitting cross-legged, as motionless as a Buddha statue.
"That is..."
Long Qingxuan's pupils suddenly constricted.
Because he saw that, on the chest of that figure, a scarlet light was vaguely flickering.
"The heart of the demon god!"
Long Qingxuan's pupils trembled.
How could that figure possess the heart of the demon god? Could he be the real Demon God?
In that case, was he not the Reincarnation of the Demon God?
"No!"
Long Qingxuan realized.
Although that scarlet heart of the demon god was inside that figure's body,
it seemed it was not perfectly fused.
Or in other words, it was more like the heart of the demon god was parasitizing the figure's body.
Just as Long Qingxuan noticed that figure,
the figure also trembled slightly.
Long Qingxuan looked closely.
The figure was a man dressed in grey robes, with long, disheveled hair.
His figure was somewhat gaunt, as if his magic power had been drained by the parasitic heart of the demon god.
However, this figure possessed an aura that made Long Qingxuan tremble.
It was as if this was not a person, but a sword!
Just then, the grey-robed man suddenly opened his eyes.
Beneath the messy hair, his eyes were as sharp as a sword.
Sword radiance burst forth, carrying an incomparably profound Dao essence, as if it could sever the years and desolate time!
Long Qingxuan's expression changed suddenly.
He hurriedly brought out the demon refining pot.
The sword radiance landed on the demon refining pot, bursting with clanging sounds.
The grey-robed man suddenly lunged.
Just then, the Formation here operated once again, suppressing the man.
At the same time, the heart of the demon god on the grey-robed man's chest beat vigorously, and the blood vessels extending from it spread throughout the grey-robed man's entire body.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The grey-robed man suddenly clutched his head and roared.
"Demon God, don't even think about suppressing me; I still have to go back to see my wife and daughter!"
This grey-robed man radiated terrifying Sword Intent throughout his body, circulating the power of the years; wherever it swept, everything seemed to be desolated by time!
Just then, a clear voice with a trembling tone suddenly rang out.
"Father!"
The grey-robed man's figure suddenly trembled.
He looked into the distance in disbelief.
A group of figures descended, among which a delicate, silver-haired young girl looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Guo... Guoguo..."
A gleam of life returned to the grey-robed man's hollow eyes.
He was none other than the long-missing Yun Wanggui!