I can find treasures in my dreams.

five minutes later.

The Venerable One high in the sky remained deeply awestruck, silently observing the scene below through the light projected by the crystal skull.

Within the light screen, Yang Donglin drove the evil spirit chariot, shuttling through the sandstorm and darkness with a leisurely demeanor, as if he were on a pleasant "outing," easily capturing one Soul-Devouring Demon Beast after another.

Moreover, the evil spirit chariot has come up with even more creative variations.

Sometimes, even from tens of kilometers away, a huge, illusory bone claw would suddenly extend from the chariot's frame. The bone claw glowed with pale flames and carried the pressure of the ancient god's remains before disappearing in a flash.

Before the Soul-Eating Demon Beast in the distance could sense the danger, its bone claws would suddenly descend, instantly transforming into a cage that would trap the monster inside.

Then, the bone claw exploded into a large patch of pale fire with a "bang," leaving behind a patch of ice hundreds of meters in diameter.

Then, the bone claw appeared out of thin air above the bone chariot, instantly shrinking into an ice bead. Two small bone claws extended from the chariot frame and automatically grabbed the ice bead, storing it inside the chariot.

Before the malevolent spirit chariot, the Soul-Eating Demon-Faced Beast showed no resistance whatsoever, like a lamb to the slaughter.

In addition, the Bone Chariots are incredibly fast, able to cover thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, in just a few minutes, Yang Donglin had captured more than fifty Soul-Devouring Demon Beasts, an efficiency that was astonishing.

"The power of the strong laws is indeed formidable!"

The Venerable One gazed at the light screen and couldn't help but sigh, his tone carrying an undisguised envy.

He felt that even if he were to take action, although he was capable of capturing the Soul-Devouring Demon Beast, this monster was too special and extremely difficult to capture. It would take him two or three minutes to catch one, which was far less efficient than the Bone Chariot.

This mid-level Venerable had lived for over two hundred years, and for the first time in his life, he felt a slight envy towards a mid-level warrior whose strength was "pitifully weak."

But he did not make any rash moves, nor did he have any intention of harming Yang Donglin.

A mid-level warrior who can manipulate divine remains at will must have an unfathomable super big shot standing behind him, most likely a descendant of that big shot.

To provoke such a being is tantamount to courting death.

at this time.

Another object placed within the domain of the law suddenly showed unusual activity.

This is a palm-sized, mottled wooden carving. The wood is dark and covered with cracks from the erosion of time. At the top is a round wooden eye.

At that moment, the eye slowly opened!
The pupils visible inside the eyes were not made of wood, but rather of an extremely clear and transparent black crystal.

Faintly visible within the crystal pupils is a dazzling starry sky, with countless stars slowly flowing within it, exuding a mysterious and vast aura, as if containing the power to peer into the heavens and earth.

The Venerable One reached out and grasped the wooden carving, his expression immediately changing.

This moment.

Through the wood carving's perception, he clearly saw a huge, illusory eyeball rapidly streaking across the sky amidst the distant, overwhelming sandstorm.

This thing is over two hundred meters in diameter, and its entire body is a semi-transparent gray-black color. Its surface is shrouded in billowing black gas, and it leaves a trail that is several kilometers long.

Wherever the giant eyeball passed, the sand and gravel seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible force.

More than a hundred blood-red vertical pupils are distributed inside the eyeball, each of which rotates at an extremely high frequency, clearly observing a target on the ground or in the sky.

The Venerable One frowned and murmured, "'The Eye of Heaven for Peeping'? There are quite a few strange things in this Abyss of Despair."

This wooden sculpture is a very ancient supernatural artifact. It can sense any threatening presence, so he always carries it with him.

According to the information provided by the wood carving, this illusory eyeball is an inspector created by the consciousness of the secret realm, named the Eye of the Mysterious Realm.

The Heavenly Eye possesses terrifyingly strong perception; its gaze can penetrate space and illusion to uncover targets hidden extremely deep within.

Its task is to patrol various locations within the secret realm, searching for "smugglers" who were not chosen by the secret realm, as well as players who have acted out of line.

The only drawback of the Sky Eye is that its detection range is not particularly large, only two hundred kilometers.

However, for more than 99.99% of players in the secret realm, this is not a disadvantage at all, because 200 kilometers is big enough, and once you are targeted, there is almost nowhere to escape.

After a while.

"Om~"

The black crystal eyes trembled slightly, then suddenly closed tightly.

This is because the wood carving realized that its spying might be detected by the Heavenly Eye, so it stopped its spying behavior.

The Venerable One's face darkened, and he immediately made a decision: "No, I must avoid the patrol routes of the Heavenly Eye of Secrets."

Even the wooden carving dared not peer into the area anymore, for the domain of laws would surely be discovered, so it dared not remain in place.

With a slight thought, the Venerable One's domain of laws rapidly contracted, instantly compressing into a tiny dot the size of a grain of rice.

He did not master the power of spatial laws, but his domain of laws had devoured many supernatural items with spatial attributes, thus possessing the ability to conceal himself within space.

He then manipulated his domain to fly at full speed, deliberately avoiding the patrol route of the Heavenly Eye of the Mysterious Secrets.

After flying dozens of kilometers away.

The Venerable One turned his head and glanced in the direction of the bone chariot, whispering, "Little ones, good luck!"

These words, though seemingly well-intentioned, actually conceal a subtle malice.

In his view, Yang Donglin's malevolent spirit chariot, though in a spirit state, was difficult to detect through ordinary investigations.

However, the Heavenly Eye's perception of laws is specifically designed for "abnormal existences," and it is highly likely to detect the aura of the divine remains, thereby finding the chariot's trail.

He made no attempt to warn the other party; on the contrary, he seemed somewhat eager to see the chariot being watched by the Secret Eye.

This is bound to be a spectacular chase and battle!

soon.

The domain of laws completely merged into the sandstorm and darkness, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Another few minutes passed.

The Venerable One stopped manipulating the domain of laws.

He used the wood carving to sense that this place was far from the patrol route of the Heavenly Eye.

The Venerable One turned his head and stared at the crystal skull, his eyes filled with curiosity once again. He could not restrain himself and, taking advantage of the shared origin between the divine remains, once again peered into the traces of the bone chariot from afar.

"Om-"

A faint light flashed in the crystal skull's eye sockets, then it spewed out a thin wisp of pale flame, which transformed into a semi-transparent light curtain.

The light screen flickered a few times, clearly capturing the silhouette of the skeletal chariot.

The Venerable One originally thought that this time he would be able to witness a good show of "cat and mouse".

With the Heavenly Eye's 200-kilometer detection range and its keen perception of unusual auras, it is absolutely impossible to ignore the existence of divine remains.

Once the Heavenly Eye of Secrets locks onto the target, the consciousness of the secret realm will become aware of the existence of this divine chariot.

Even if the chariot was formed from the remains of a powerful god, it had no chance of winning against the consciousness of the secret realm that controlled the laws of the entire secret realm.

At that time, the chariot will surely be crushed by the power of the laws of the secret realm's consciousness, and he may be able to take the opportunity to capture a few pieces of the chariot's remains.

If he could discover the source of the other party's control over the divine remains from the wreckage, even if it was just a small part, it would be a tremendous gain for him.

however.

The scene displayed on the light screen completely dashed the expectations of the mid-level Venerable.

Inside the Light Curtain.

The white bone chariot, still engulfed in pale flames, steadily traversed the raging sandstorm, leisurely hunting the lurking Soul-Devouring Demon Beasts.

obviously.

The divine remains were not detected by the Heavenly Eye of Insight.

"how so?!"

The Venerable One murmured something under his breath, his tone filled with confusion and disbelief.

He sensed it very clearly just now: the Heavenly Eye's direction of advance was directly pointing towards the Bone Chariot. After pondering for a moment, he managed to come up with a reasonable explanation: "Could it be that the Heavenly Eye detected anomalies in other areas along the way, so it temporarily changed its patrol route?"

The Venerable One sighed softly, his tone full of regret: "What a lucky lad!"

To be honest, a strong impulse was surging within him at this moment—to secretly create some energy fluctuations near the Bone Chariot, even if it was just a faint trace of the law, it would be enough to attract the attention of the Heavenly Eye of Secrets and force the chariot into a desperate situation.

He stared at the bone chariot, repeatedly weighing the risks and benefits of the matter.

After a long pause, he finally shook his head and gave up the idea: "The returns are too low and the risks are too high, so let's forget about it."

Since the mid-level warrior is a descendant of a super big shot, who knows if that big shot has placed any hidden methods on him?
If a powerful figure leaves behind a method to lock onto one's aura, then not only oneself, but the entire civilization will also have incurred a terrifying enemy.

With a thought, the Venerable One reopened the contracted Law Domain, instantly establishing the most solid defensive layer.

But in that instant, he suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, and a sudden sense of crisis filled his primordial spirit.

The Venerable One instinctively activated the power of the law, looking directly upwards through the domain.

The sight that came into view caused his pupils to shrink suddenly, and all the muscles in his body to tense up instantly.

Above the domain, a flower formed from pale flames was floating.

The flower is about the size of a palm, with fine, dark patterns entwined around its edges, like flames and shadows intertwined. At the center of the flower is a point of extremely deep darkness, like a condensed void, exuding a chilling, deathly pressure.

Even more strangely, he couldn't sense any energy fluctuations from it.

This precisely demonstrates that the level of power involved in this flower of flames completely surpasses his spiritual perception.

What's most chilling is that he was completely unaware of the flower's appearance!

The Venerable One understood perfectly well that the super big shot hiding behind the mid-level warrior had already discovered his hiding place!

This flower of flame was clearly a warning—if he dared to make any rash moves, the other party could also use their methods to alert the Heavenly Eye of Secrets and easily kill him with the help of the consciousness of the secret realm!

The Venerable One stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only the roar of the super sandstorm echoing in our ears.

A full minute passed.

The flower of flames suddenly and slowly unfurled its petals, then withered and vanished silently, like ashes that had been burned out, as if it had never appeared in this sky.

Only a faint trace of flame remained before it was instantly swallowed by the sandstorm.

The Venerable One let out a long breath, his heart filled with lingering fear.

He looked up at the spot where the flame flower had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

The Venerable One was well aware that he had not attacked Yang Donglin earlier, which was why the big shot had let him go.

This warning is both a reminder and a bottom line.

"This person is at least a high-level Venerable!"

The Venerable One murmured something, his tone filled with awe and apprehension.

He even felt that the other party's mastery of the divine remains was so divine that they might be an even more powerful quasi-demigod.

He also realized something else—the Eye of the Mysterious Insight must have passed through the area where the Bone Chariot was located, but the chariot had the ability to hide itself and was not detected by the Eye of the Mysterious Insight.

The previous assumption was completely wrong!

The Venerable One dared not linger any longer, nor dared to probe the traces of the Bone Chariot. He immediately manipulated his domain and left at top speed.

the other side.

Yang Donglin remained completely unaware of the Venerable One's spying from beginning to end.

Unbeknownst to him, his father had silently locked onto the hidden mid-level Venerable, even through the impenetrable barrier of the secret realm's laws.

Even more astonishingly, the old man terrified the other party with just a single flower of flame, causing them to flee in terror, controlling their domain of laws and not even daring to look back.

This terrifying method of locking onto targets from a distance demonstrates that Yang Fan's power has made another significant and terrifying leap forward.

Another half hour passed quietly.

The raging winds finally showed signs of weakening, and the mournful howling of the wind noticeably diminished.

The previously pitch-black sky slowly began to show a faint glimmer of light.

The stone monsters around them, which had awakened and roared in the sandstorm, were stiffening at a visible speed.

The crimson glow on their bodies faded rapidly, replaced by layers of grayish-white petrified marks, as if frozen in time.

Based on the patterns I've observed in the dungeon over the past few days, this is a sign that the super sandstorm is about to end completely.

at this time.

Inside the malevolent spirit chariot, the number of sealed Soul-Devouring Demonic Beasts has risen to over six hundred.

They were imprisoned in crystal-clear ice spheres, the spheres gleaming with a faint pale light. Inside, the Soul-Devouring Demon Beasts were curled up in a ball, as if they had fallen into the deepest slumber.

The Moon Spirit Warrior Livin held an ice crystal ball close to her eyes, examining it intently, her silver-gray eyes filled with curiosity.

Through the cold crystal wall, the true form of the Soul-Eating Demon Beast was clearly visible.

They no longer had the distorted human faces they had before; instead, they resembled phantom lizards the size of a palm.

Yet it possesses a completely different and eerie characteristic—its entire body is devoid of scales, its surface is covered with fine, strange patterns that shimmer with a dark red glow, and it has three slender tails trailing behind it, which are now swaying gently and uncontrollably.

Livin stared at the wagging tail for a while, feeling slightly distracted.

This small anomaly is enough to prove their extraordinary nature.

At this moment, the little thing looked docile and harmless, even possessing a strange beauty, completely different from the terrifying monster that had previously instilled fear in the depths of one's soul.

Livin naturally understood that this was because the sealing power of the ice crystal ball had already completely suppressed the ferocity and power of the Soul-Devouring Demon Beast.

Yang Donglin glanced at the maid who was engrossed in watching, and then casually revealed a piece of information that was enough to startle her: "The Soul-Devouring Demon Mask Beast has an extremely high level of origin. If the right method of cultivation is used in the future, there is a considerable chance that it can be promoted to the level of a knight."

The so-called "extremely high level of origin" simply means that their bloodline originates from that fallen ancient god.

Yang Donglin thought for a moment and then gave a specific figure: "As long as they are properly trained, the promotion rate should be able to reach one in ten."

"so smart?!"

Livin gasped, her eyes brimming with envy.

Based on this ratio, over six hundred Soul-Devouring Demon Beasts could potentially produce more than sixty knight-level combatants in the future!

It should be noted that knights are considered a core force in any civilization.

If the Azure Civilization were to acquire this batch of beast tamers, its overall strength would undoubtedly increase dramatically.

Zhou Furui was thrilled and couldn't help but ask, "Lieutenant Colonel Yang, will we be able to capture these Soul-Devouring Demon Beasts again when the next super sandstorm arrives?"

Yang Donglin shook his head, his tone calm and certain: "It's unlikely. Every time we capture a Soul-Devouring Demon Beast, the secret realm will lose a wisp of its original power. Although the secret realm's consciousness is slow, it will eventually notice and take preventative measures."

Taking advantage of an ancient god is never an easy thing, even if that ancient god has been dead for countless millennia.

The excitement on Zhou Furui's face vanished instantly, replaced by a sigh full of regret.

Another moment passed.

The sand and gravel between heaven and earth finally stopped swirling wildly, and the rapidly passing grains of sand began to decrease at a visible rate.

Looking up, the sky had already turned completely into a hazy light, with the dawn slowly tearing through the last of the darkness.

Most of the stone sculptures have fallen silent again, standing quietly on the Gobi Desert like silent tombstones.

The super sandstorm is finally over.

Yang Donglin suddenly raised his hand, pointed to the horizon ahead, and said in a low and calm voice, "We've arrived at Emerald City."

He paused, his tone devoid of much emotion: "There isn't a single living person here." (End of Chapter)