My Informative Cultivation Life

The Demon Consort summoned him, and Yang Ji ceased his cultivation.

After contemplating for more than six thousand years within the Time Tower, his calculation techniques had improved further, and it seemed fitting to put them into practice.

With this thought, Yang Ji exited the Time Tower and transformed into a streak of light, vanishing from the Wuji Dao Sect.

With his current speed, it took little effort for him to arrive at the Floating Luo Sea and meet with his clone.

The clone shared his thoughts and intents, and though it lacked the Golden Finger, it knew all the Great Dao Principles Yang Ji had contemplated.

Over the years, the clone's cultivation had also made continual breakthroughs, reaching the realm of Tribulation Immortal, only a few steps away from the Red Dust Immortal.

However, the Demon Consort's summon to cultivate in the Demon Realm could prove problematic if one wasn't a Red Dust Immortal.

Thus, Yang Ji personally took action and, through the secret Teleportation Array set up by the Heavenly Demon, arrived in the outer astral space, the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Gazing from afar at the Heavenly Demon Sect surrounded by stars, Yang Ji took out six Wheels of Destiny and began his calculations.

After calculating three times in succession, the results were all the same, showing a significant opportunity for fortune.

"An opportunity for fortune? Could it come from the Demon Consort? Although she is a Heavenly Demon, she complements my destiny and has brought me benefits time and again—surely it must be her," Yang Ji said with a low chuckle.

He collected the fragments of the Wheel of Destiny and flew into the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The Outer Affairs Hall of Taichu.

At the head of the grand hall, the Demon Consort sat with dignified poise.

Her attire and makeup had changed significantly from thousands of years ago. Previously, she wore a robe black as ink, the epitome of efficiency, and now, she was clad in a dark red robe, adding a layer of enchantment. Where she once had a cold demeanor, like a Celestial Maiden of the Nine Heavens, she now had lips red as blood, skin white as snow, and her eyebrows reflected an air of nobility and indifference, becoming more and more imperial, like the supreme Demon Empress reigning over the world.

If the Demon Consort was a princess in the past, she was now an Empress, incomparably distinguished and exuding a mature charm, ripe and ready.

At this sight, Yang Ji was dazzled.

In his heart, he unexpectedly felt an unusual desire to "conquer" her, and a restlessness began to stir deep within him.

He wanted to tear through her indifference, to seize the softness of her heart. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

To conquer such an aloof beauty would undoubtedly bring immense satisfaction to his inner depths.

Of course, this was not some beastly lust taking hold of Yang Ji—it was a natural thought that would arise in any man.

"Hmm? You've reached the level of Demon Lord?" The Demon Consort looked down from her high seat at Yang Ji standing in the grand hall, her eyes showing deep surprise.

"Yes, my lord. In these years, I have encountered some opportunities and successfully attained the realm of Demon Lord," Yang Ji replied.

"No wonder you dare to gaze at me so boldly, having achieved the rank of Demon Lord," the Demon Consort said, her tone suddenly turning colder.

"Your subordinate dare not!" Seeing no unusual information above her head, Yang Ji feigned deference and bowed his head.

"Your opportunities are not insignificant. I only thought you had some talent and comprehension before, but it hadn't occurred to me you could become a Demon Lord within a few thousand years. Unless I'm mistaken, you must have also slain three Dao Calamities. With such a foundation, you can match the top geniuses within our sect."

The Demon Consort scrutinized Yang Ji, her beautiful eyes shimmering as she deployed a Supreme Immortal Technique, attempting to see through him completely.

But she could not see through him.

Even though she was a supreme Demon Lord who had slain ten Dao Calamities, she could not penetrate the concealment of the Destiny Transfiguration Technique Yang Ji had cast over everything.

After all, the Path of Destiny was unmatched, and no one could fathom destiny—at least, the Demon Ancestor would not be able to discern anything for a time.

Unless it were a being who had also contemplated the Path of Destiny, someone like that might be able to see through Yang Ji's changes.

But the Path of Destiny was difficult to comprehend, and not everyone could delve into it.

There may well be many geniuses in the world, and there may not be a shortage of individuals who have touched upon it, but the likelihood of someone reaching the step of True Immortal as Yang Ji had, was quite slight.

Clearly, the Demon Consort before him was not one of them.

Furthermore, having calculated before his arrival that this visit would bring no disaster, but rather significant fortune, Yang Ji held no apprehensions.

"I summoned you with the intention of having you cultivate in the Demon Realm, striving to reach the pinnacle of Demon Emperor as soon as possible. Now that you have become a Demon Lord, there is no need for that," said the Demon Consort.

She looked towards Yang Ji and asked, "Are you willing to be loyal to me?"

"Your subordinate is wholeheartedly loyal to the Demon Consort," Yang Ji bowed and said.

"Good! Since that is the case, would you be willing to lower your Demon Soul Protection and allow me to plant a restriction within you?" the Demon Consort asked sternly.

"Your subordinate is willing!" After a brief hesitation, Yang Ji lowered his spiritual protection.

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed across the Demon Consort's eyes, but her hands did not pause. As soon as Yang Ji finished speaking, she formed seals and planted a restriction within his soul.

"You have become a Demon Lord, an esteemed position. I had thought you would refuse!"

"The Demon Consort is a Supreme Genius, and your father is the Supreme Demon Ancestor. It is an honor for your subordinate to serve the Demon Consort. Only by following you can I travel further," Yang Ji replied respectfully.

Over the years, he had developed a new Destiny Transfer Technique and had just secretly cast it, transferring the Demon Consort's restriction onto a false Soul of Fate, naturally unafraid of any restrictions she might impose.

At this moment, he was as respectful as he could be, as loyal as he could be.

"Very well, you have been bound by my restriction, you are now truly my confidant. Following me will not disappoint you," said the Demon Consort, quite pleased with Yang Ji's choice. She spoke lightly, "You have cultivated so rapidly that I wanted to fully understand the opportunities and secrets you've acquired, but there's no need for that now."