I can find treasures in my dreams.

This time, by fusing with the Holy Son's soul essence, I also gained the Holy Son's growth memories, and there was another huge benefit.

That is—when Yang Fan used the Blood Sacrifice Secret Technique in the past, true powerhouses, such as Venerables, could more or less see something unusual.

After all, he is not a real demon. As long as the Venerable traces back to the source level based on the traces, he will most likely be able to distinguish that the aura does not belong to a demon.

It's different now.

The Holy Son's essence is the purest demonic essence; no matter how you trace it back, the final result will always be demonic.

This completely solves the problem of identity exposure.

He could disguise himself as a demon and sow discord among the Five-Colored Flame Clan, creating internal conflicts among the demons.

Isn't the essence of demons "out of control"?

I'll help you lose control a bit more, and get a little closer to the essence of demons.

This knight does good deeds anonymously, so you don't need to thank me!
on the other hand.

The realm to which the Azure Civilization belongs, which is two levels higher than the World Cluster, and more than a dozen surrounding realms are all experiencing the demonic calamity launched by the Azure Sheep Demon Clan.

Yang Fan gained access to the Holy Son's memories and developed a profound understanding of the Green Sheep Demon Clan.

Even a powerful civilization like the Mika civilization probably couldn't find anyone who understood demons better than him.

This greatly helped the Azure Civilization safely weather the demonic calamity.

Think about it carefully.

Given the population density of Azure Star, it's possible that demons might set up an incubation chamber there, using part of the population to breed demons.

Fortunately, he thwarted the Holy Son's arrival and dealt him a severe blow, so the Holy Son probably won't have time to bother with Azure Star for the time being.

More thoughts raced through Yang Fan's mind: "The Azure Sheep Demon Clan seems to possess some incredibly powerful techniques."

"Even if everyone in a civilized world is wiped out, the planet will not fall into the primordial world, just like the Violent Ape Civilization where the Holy Son was born."

"If I could master this method, I could find a world on the verge of destruction and turn it into a 'branch base' for the Azure Civilization."

"This gives the Azure Civilization an extra layer of insurance. If Azure Star is destroyed in the future, the Azure Civilization can continue to exist in its branch bases."

"The new world not only provided civilization with an extra layer of protection, but also gave the Azure People greater space to reproduce."

"If the population of Canglan reaches 3000 billion or 5000 billion in the future, it will be too crowded for them all to live on Canglan Star. The vast majority of them will probably have to live in pigeonholes."

"If we open more branch bases and place 500 to 1000 billion on each planet, the living space and comfort of the Azure people will be greatly improved."

He kept this in mind and listed it as an important long-term goal.

In short.

This time the gains were enormous.

Yang Fan moved his fingers, and the Ancient God's Nether Flame extinguished.

His gaze flickered and fell upon the family of four who had finished their meal.

That is, the middle-aged white official who received the Second Class Loyalist Medal, and his three young wives.

The middle-aged white man sat like an old man, watching his three wives busily clearing the table.

The man's eyes kept darting over his wives, and his gaze became somewhat lecherous.

This situation really doesn't seem like that of a married couple.

It's more like a master and servant relationship.

This is also the most vivid portrayal of federal society.

An extremely strict hierarchy permeated every corner of the Federation, from top to bottom, including families.

After a while.

Yang Fan stood up, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged white man: "It's fate that we met. This time, I'll use you as a scapegoat."

The Holy Son suffered a tremendous loss this time, and it's impossible for him not to seek revenge.

Destroying the altar of descent and draining the life force of all the surrounding demons is just the beginning; it will surely take further action.

With the Venerable One's terrifying strength, even through the interface, he was still able to track down some things.

To be on the safe side, it's best to make some arrangements to shift suspicion back to the White Flame Clan.

Yang Fan took a step, and his figure suddenly blurred for a moment.

A phantom-like shadow flashed out from his body, strode to the middle-aged white man's side, and instantly merged with him.

A very subtle trace was quietly left in this guy's soul.

The middle-aged white man was completely oblivious, still observing the silhouette of a wife bending over.

From this guy's perspective, the scenery is indeed quite nice.

Yang Fan felt a deep sense of emotion: "Without realizing it, I have grown to the point where I can exchange blows with the Venerable One."

He quietly activated the shuttle, the space fluctuated, and he vanished instantly.

In the restaurant.

The middle-aged white man finally couldn't resist certain desires and decided to do what he wanted to do now, instead of waiting until bedtime.

He said in a commanding tone, "Sarah, come here!"

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged white man slapped his thigh.

The meaning is obvious—sit on my lap.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, then put down the rag she was using to wipe the table and obediently walked over.

She sat on her husband's lap and very proactively lifted her long skirt.

The other two wives exchanged a glance and tacitly quickened their movements.

Because the middle-aged white man had a great fondness for women's long skirts, his three wives wore long skirts every day.

This has been a way of life for many women in every era.

Compared to men who must exert effort and sweat to obtain the resources needed for survival, women can easily obtain resources simply by pleasing men.

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The original world.

A desolate wasteland of suffering.

From the sky, it is a vast, boundless black wasteland, barren and desolate.

Walking on the ground, one can clearly see that this is not a wasteland at all.

Every inch of the ground here is covered with layers upon layers of black skeletons.

This is clearly a horrifying wasteland of skeletons.

In the wilderness stand towering black monuments, thousands of meters high, in countless numbers.

Each giant monument, also constructed from skeletons, represents a civilized world destroyed by the Green Sheep Demon Clan.

On the surface, the Painful Wasteland appears to be uninhabited.

In fact, each of the giant skeletal monuments has its own independent space created by powerful supernatural forces.

These spaces are called by demons as the Holy Island.

The Holy Islands are not ordinary space islands; they are deeply intertwined with the Wasteland of Pain. As long as the Wasteland exists, the Holy Islands will endure forever.

As for the Azure Sheep Demon Clan, they live on countless sacred islands.

at this time.

Inside a giant sacred island.

The Holy Island has an area of ​​an astonishing three million square kilometers, larger than most countries on the planet Azure.

It wasn't this large when it was first created; rather, it expanded continuously over a long period of time, which is how it became a giant space island.

It's not what most people imagine.

The environment in which demons live is not associated with words like "dark" or "dirty".

On the contrary, the environment inside the space island is quite beautiful.

The weather here is mild and sunny, with a constant temperature of around ten degrees Celsius. Red and green plants can be seen everywhere on the ground, and the earth is ablaze with color as far as the eye can see.

The highest peak of this space island reaches a height of over 10,000 meters, resembling a giant guarding the space island.

It has a name—Mount Santo.

As the name suggests, the mountain is the dwelling place of the Holy Son.

Most astonishingly, this giant mountain has been completely restored from top to bottom, with huge stone carvings adorning its surface.

The holy palace where the Holy Son resides is located at the summit of the mountain.

At this moment, having been severely tricked and losing an important part of his soul, the Holy Son was in a state of rage.

The hundreds of servants who had been serving nearby were all drained of their life force and turned into dried corpses by a wave of the enraged holy son's hand, before turning into puffs of ashes.

Another group of servants rushed in tremblingly, quickly cleaning up the ashes of the corpses, not daring to slack off for a moment.

The Son did not do anything to the second group of servants.

Because it always keeps in mind the saying: "It can be out of control, but it must be restrained."

Unrestrained loss of control will inevitably lead to a backlash from demonic power sooner or later.

The Holy Son sat there for a while, his anger subsided, and he decided to investigate who the mastermind was.

"puff!"

With a soft sound.

The Holy Son transformed into a ball of flame and vanished into nothingness.

next moment.

It appeared on a blood-red altar that was over twenty meters high.

The surface of the altar is carved with many patterns that resemble eyeballs.

In the supernatural world, every pattern has a specific meaning and is by no means a meaningless decoration.

These eye-shaped patterns typically represent detection and observation.

soon.

One by one, living sacrifices were brought over.

These are offerings that have been "stored" on the island for many years, as well as spoils of war from various civilizations.

As the blood sacrifice proceeded rapidly, a mist of blood rose above the altar, forming an eyeball pattern.

After more than three thousand sacrifices had been consumed, the eyeballs became so clear that they seemed almost tangible.

The Holy Son felt it was about time, so he activated another ability of the altar.

"Om~"

The altar trembled slightly.

The Holy Son's vertical pupils instantly turned blood red, looking somewhat eerie.

The blood-red eyeballs snapped open, flashing through a rapid stream of fragmented images.

Although the Painful Wasteland is separated from the Azure Civilization by a great distance, firstly, the demons have built a large number of altars on Azure Star, and secondly, this advanced altar possesses great power.

Therefore, the Holy Son, relying on the power of supernatural rewinding, still obtained a great deal of information.

It "saw" Zhang Hehua, the mistress of the Azure Palace master, circle the Descent Altar, casually reach out and touch the altar, and quietly inject some marks into it.

Numerous demons were right there, yet no one dared to stop them.

This inevitably made the Holy Son curse "useless" again, wishing he could resurrect the useless people and torture them to death.

It continued to follow Zhang Hehua as a clue, but this time it encountered some obstacles and obtained almost all junk information related to matters between men and women.

The Holy Son instantly realized that this must be a deliberate attempt by the enemy to mislead him.

Its vertical pupils flashed, and it roared again: "Add another ten thousand sacrifices."

As long as there are enough offerings, it will be possible to penetrate the enemy's concealment methods.

"Yes!"

After half an hour.

Another ten thousand sacrifices were consumed, and the blood-red eyeballs swelled several times their original size.

The Holy Son finally saw what he wanted to see.

A blurry, unseen figure appeared in a city a hundred kilometers away from the Altar of Descent.

The phantom merged with a middle-aged man, opening its mouth to say something, while Zhang Hehua, who was at the descent altar, kept nodding.

The mastermind behind this has been found!
The journey continues forward, showing the phantom entering the Azure Star.

A tiny gray-white flame silently pierced through the interface barrier, fell into the Federation's territory, and became a phantom.

At this point.

No matter how hard the Holy Son tried to trace it back, he could not obtain any more information related to the phantom.

It naturally understood that this was about tracing back to the limit.

The enemy's caution and the cunning and treacherous nature displayed in setting up traps left a very deep impression on it.

The Holy Son stopped tracing back and decided to change the direction of the investigation: "This Azure Man was used as a vessel; perhaps we can find clues from its soul."

The pupils of the blood-red eyes dilated slightly, reflecting the silhouette of a middle-aged white man.

A young woman was sitting on the man's lap, engaging in indescribable acts.

The images shifted continuously, with many fragmented scenes flashing by, but all of them were meaningless.

A few seconds passed.

A gray mist appeared inside the blood-red eyeball.

Something seemed to be surging within it.

The Holy Son was overjoyed: "There really is a clue!"

Just as it was about to manipulate the blood-red eyeball, it suddenly had an extremely dangerous premonition.

It was startled, instantly realizing this was yet another trap set by the enemy. (End of Chapter)