Master of the Demon Emperor

"Let's each grab onto the corner of each other's clothes!"

Gui Chouxie said in a deep voice, and Su Yie and Wu Qingji had no objections. They immediately grabbed onto the clothes of the person next to them, with Su Yie in the middle, and Gui Chouxie and Wu Qingji on either side.

The three of them proceeded cautiously, ready to teleport away at any moment.

So far, they had not encountered any danger, so they harbored a glimmer of hope.

They had advanced about thirty feet.

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Suddenly, Su Yie felt a force tugging at the clothes in his left hand, and he instinctively tightened his grip.

Hiss—

Following that, a piece of Wu Qingji's clothing was torn off by him. Before he could even turn around, Wu Qingji disappeared.

Gui Chouxie also heard the sound. He had been keeping an eye on Su Yie and the other with his peripheral vision and caught a glimpse of Wu Qingji's disappearance.

His pupils shrunk because he saw a hand.

A blood-drenched hand had snatched Wu Qingji away, everything happened so fast, Wu Qingji didn't even have time to make a sound.

That bloody hand seemed to have had its skin peeled off and was still dripping blood.

Soon after, Wu Qingji exclaimed in Emperor Su's Sect about how he suddenly disappeared; clearly, he had not noticed the bloody hand.

"Did you see it?"

Gui Chouxie took a deep breath and asked in a heavy voice.

Cold sweat started forming on his forehead as he felt a chill running down his spine.

Su Yie nodded slightly, flipped his hand to take out the Sword of Defeated Grudges and the Silver Marrow Sword, with the Zhou Wu Sword hovering above his head, ready for combat at any moment.

Meanwhile, he informed the others in Emperor Su's Sect about the bloody hand and warned them to stay alert.

Their experience sparked a heated discussion among the members of Emperor Su's Sect.

Celestial Sovereign of the Firmament: Dare I ask, by what right do Immortal Gods exist? Such arrogant words, this person died justifiably, for daring to question the Immortal Gods.

Yue Qinglong: What of Immortal Gods? They just took advantage of the Heavenly Dao, that's all.@@novelbin@@

Lyu Wutian: A bloody hand? Could it really be the resentful ancient spirits?

Heavenly Demon of the Great Dao: The Realm of the National Treasures from the Heavenly Machine Tower, huh? I seem to have heard of it.

Ling Sang: Best not to venture into forbidden lands left from ancient battlefields, lest you get entangled with malevolent spirits.

...

Su Yie and Gui Chouxie only looked for a moment before quickly focusing their attention back on reality.

"If it really comes to it, should we teleport out?"

Gui Chouxie said with a gloomy face. He felt somewhat embarrassed, as it was his idea to come here, and now they were considering fleeing upon arrival.

Su Yie pondered. If they were to teleport away, it would mean directly leaving the Realm of the National Treasures. Entering again wouldn't be so easy, especially since the Heavenly Machine Tower was now surrounded by the armies of the Human and Demon Clans.

To teleport now would equate leaving the Realm of the National Treasures!

Su Yie had yet to find a treasure of luck that satisfied him. How could he willingly leave?

Re-entry would have to wait another hundred years!

As Su Yie hesitated, a ghastly and terrifying bloody hand materialized out of nowhere behind him, grabbed him, and with incredible speed—so fast that he couldn't notice the hand—snatched him away.

In the next moment, Su Yie found himself in another place.

The surrounding fog remained dense. He was shocked, and from his perspective, it felt as if he hadn't moved but Gui Chouxie had disappeared.

"What's going on?"

Su Yie was inwardly startled and anxiously surveyed his surroundings.

"There is a ferocious spirit here, and you must be careful. Your vital essence has already attracted it."

Feng Long warned, feeling depressed. As long as Su Yie connected with Emperor Su's Sect, its perception of the outside world was automatically blocked, as if in darkness, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Su Yie clenched his teeth. Did he really have to choose to teleport away?

Just then, a terrifying gust of wind came from below. In an instant, his head felt dizzy, his consciousness slipped into chaos, and his body followed, falling and vanishing into the fog.

An endless white mist loomed like a bottomless abyss, as if hellish beasts could leap out at any moment.

...

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Su Yie suddenly felt an itch on his face and subconsciously turned his head, as his consciousness began to recover.

In the dark, it seemed as if a voice was urging him on.

It became clearer and clearer.

"Hurry up and wake up! Hurry up and wake up! He's going to eat you!"

Feng Long's voice grew increasingly distinct and filled with urgency.

Su Yie abruptly awoke, eyes wide open, and was met with a horrific face that was a blur of flesh and blood, where the white of bones eerily peeked through. The eyes were bulging, bloodshot, and utterly terrifying.

Those eyes were filled with endless malice and hatred, enough to make anyone's scalp explode upon seeing them.

"Get lost——"

Su Yie recoiled in fright, as two Golden Crows flew out from his eyes, turning into True Sunflame that engulfed the terrifying face.

This was a humanoid creature, with a bloodstained and emaciated body like a dried-up child, who screamed in agony as he was scorched by the True Sunflame, his screams resembling those of a snake. Following that, he turned and fled with incredible speed, quickly disappearing into the mist.

Su Yie came to his senses, scanning his surroundings to find himself seated on the ground amidst bones, with visibility extending only about ten meters around him, unable to discern any direction or position.

"Where am I?"

Su Yie pondered with a frown, still reeling from the frightening encounter that had almost scared him to death, and therefore nursing a fire inside of him.

At this moment, many members of Emperor Su's Sect were worrying about him; it seemed a long time had passed.

He immediately ensured his safety within Emperor Su's Sect.

Xiang Shun, Wu Qingji, Murong Invincible, Lyu Wutian, Overlord Luo Fu, and Gui Chouxie were all safe, still wandering within the forbidden lands. It appeared that only Su Yie had been attacked; after the others were moved elsewhere, they didn't encounter any dangers.

Su Yie got up, his strength and demonic power fully intact, just his head felt somewhat groggy, as if he had spun around millions of times on the spot.

He took out three Immortal Swords, ready for battle.

"What was that just now?"

Su Yie wondered internally; if he had woken up any later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Not sure, the Ancient Wilderness is vast, and I don't know everything."

Feng Long sounded helpless, his tone tinged with resentment. That's what you get for not listening to me.

Best scare you to death!

"Come here."

Just then, a strange voice called out, and this time Su Yie could determine the direction of the voice. He turned and looked in that direction, his brows deeply furrowed.

The mist was thick, he couldn't see who was speaking.

"If you want the strongest Treasure of Luck, come over here."

The voice spoke again, entirely different from the voice of the wronged spirits Su Yie had encountered earlier, as if it had its own intelligence.

Su Yie gritted his teeth, deciding to take the risk. This time, he was tensely alert, ready to teleport out at any moment.

"Are you really going to be this reckless?"

Feng Long's voice was weary, practically calling it a death wish.

Su Yie did not respond; he was not being reckless. Now that he possessed the blessings of the Dragon Ancestor and the Golden Crow Bloodline, he had a sense of premonition for danger. Moreover, he also carried the Celestial Authority Demon Star Dao Fruit inside him.

He took a deep breath, and his right fist suddenly thundered in the direction of the voice.

The punch was fierce, parting the rolling mist and clearing a path. He stepped forward.

He plowed through a hundred meters, hitting a mountain and shattering it before the force of his punch dissipated.

Rocks flew in all directions, and Su Yie cautiously continued forward.

Continuing in this manner with the aid of his punching force, he walked for the time it takes an incense stick to burn and then stopped.

In front of him was a valley filled with a heap of bones, and at the entrance stood a stele two-zhang tall, weather-beaten and pockmarked, inscribed with three blood-red characters on it.

Heavenly Emperor Stele!