Master of Strange Dao

Here was a certain research location of the Langya Institute.

A large number of Langya Institute members stood around, all like puppet mannequins, eyes wide open, wearing strange smiles, staring dead at Yang.

Yang had transformed into a dragon form, yet his eyes were human. He ignored the presence of others, ignored the field, and moved all four claws to continuously mobilize various materials.

Flames rose, constantly fusing the materials, while the Artifact Refining Furnace appeared as if a sun was burning within.

The simplest and most brutal way created high temperature and high pressure, forcibly separating various items by the cultivator's means.

Yang watched the Artifact Refining Furnace that had begun to tremble, only to hear a loud bang, dazzling light illuminating the entire world.

Yang protected his body with the Evil Dragon's form, waiting until the outside quieted down, then stretched his head out to take a glance.

Outside had already returned to a seemingly illusory and strange scene.

Yang sighed.

"What a pity, this place got ruined.

I should have taken the chance to research more things.

I trusted that guy's nonsense, listened to him saying that as long as the technique was sufficient, as long as the objective conditions were enough, a sun could just be created.

Isn't researching other things going smoothly, why didn't this work?

However, I feel there might indeed be a slight possibility.

Perhaps because the Seven Yin King didn't personally descend, the power was limited.

Ah, I wonder how the others are doing..."

But thinking about it, Yang didn't have much to worry about.

Just now, in that instant, he was sensing very clearly.

A thousand miles distance, from the east of the locust forest, all the way westward, encompassing the locust forest and the area between the locust forest and Jinlan Mountain.

Possibly, in the end, it could only encompass a corner of Jinlan Mountain.

The residents of Jinlan Mountain had basically transferred, definitely not encompassed.

Perhaps Yu Ziqing wasn't even included.

As for the remaining people, Han Dong, You Zhen, the village chief...

Never mind, the Seven Yin King wasn't present in person, the power was really limited, no matter what situation evolves on their end, they were undoubtedly fine.

The magical attributes of the Seven Yin King were not the kind meant for hand-to-hand combat, so no big issue.

If direct combat were to begin, even less of an issue.

Indeed, that was the case.

In the fragment where Han Dong was, the world had already transformed into a realm of Sword Qi, apart from the Sword Qi, there was nothing else.

His expression was solemn, sitting cross-legged, discussing Taoism with an azure lotus suspended opposite him.

As they discussed Taoism, the Sword Qi of the entire world changed accordingly, and when the amount of Sword Qi exceeded the limit.

Han Dong made a courteous gesture.

"Gained a lot, thank you."

As he stood up, the Sword Qi swept across, instantly shredding the entire world into pieces, transforming into an illusory world.

Han Dong attempted to unleash a stroke of Sword Qi, and wherever the Sword Qi passed, everything was cut open, as if this illusory world had been slashed apart.

However, the next moment, it reverted to that illusory and true-to-false form.

The Yin Devil Prison, both real and false, when said to be real, everything inside was real; likewise, when said to be false, everything was fictitious.

When something fundamentally didn't exist, being illusory, how would you cut?

Just like how the Lihuo Institute had known about the Yin Devil for so long, but their experts couldn't see the Yin Devil, couldn't meet the Yin Devil, how would they cut it?

Han Dong fell silent for a while, scanned the surroundings, waiting quietly.

He was indeed adept at real weapons and real fighting.

But in the current scenario, he was not skilled, and what's more, he didn't know where to start.

In another fragment, You Zhen remained the once Emperor Zhen, dining in the garden, fatherly love, filial piety among sons, brotherly respect, and everything was harmonious.

These were once his fondest memories and now his most beautiful dream.

So beautiful... he could not bear to shatter it himself.

During a meal, You Zhen reached out to touch the head of the young King Xiang, looked again at his young brother, and also the Crown Prince yet to have fallen.

"A Great Devil is still a Great Devil, so real, even I am somewhat reluctant to leave.

The lifelong regrets of mine, all made up here.

Only, it's false."

You Zhen reached out his hand, slapped air, and it was as if he touched something real.

Spider web-like cracks spread from his hand to all directions.

Everyone here was shattered into dust, and the entire world was forcibly shattered by its pure might.

The Yin Devil sensed the changes within those Nightmare Prisons one by one, quickening his pace.

Because his main target wasn't encompassed from the start and had already fled.

He led the remaining Great Devils onward, striving to capture the target quickly and rescue the Earth Devil Venerate.

As for those trapped, he no longer planned to weave Nightmares for them.

He hadn't descended personally, he was now expending the power of that single drop of Devil King's True Blood.

Unable to withstand these bizarre creatures consuming more.

Continuing for another round might not allow his consciousness to maintain its current state, forcing a retreat.

...

In the Mountain Abyss, under that seemingly bottomless act of nature, the battle continued.

The giant paid no attention to the antics in the dark, merely reading silently, without any thought.

Though the Seven Yin King appeared in reality, he could definitely sense it. As long as these Devil Kings made a big move, he could sense it at the first moment.

He even knew, the reason the Devil Kings were now performing small acts in the dark, was to attract his attention.