Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Below, hundreds of demon soldiers were drinking and making a ruckus.

"Your Majesty's divine might is unparalleled! That stable boy is utterly no match for you!"

"That's right! What Monkey King? I think he's nothing but a fart! One gust of divine wind from our King and he'd be crying for his parents, unable to even open his eyes!"

"We are willing to follow Your Majesty for all eternity, to unify the Western Continent of He!"

The sounds of flattery and sycophancy were incessant.

King Yellow Wind listened with a radiant smile, feeling extremely pleased.

Having used his innate supernatural power, Samadhi Wind, twice in succession to fight the enemy, and having experienced the dramatic emotional ups and downs from the tragic death of his beloved general to a great victory, his mind was actually greatly depleted.

Now that the formidable enemy had retreated, and with the strong liquor rising in his body, he felt completely relaxed, more comfortable than ever before.

His divine sense, unlike usual, did not form a fine net that enveloped every corner of the entire cave.

He had only vaguely sensed the direction of the secret room by following that familiar connection when he returned to the Hall of Righteousness.

The seal was intact, the restriction was undamaged, and the Daoist aura that formed the foundation remained stable.

This is enough.

In his view, apart from a few individuals he couldn't afford to offend, no one in the vicinity could sneak into his core forbidden area without a sound.

He completely let his guard down and immersed himself in the jubilation of victory.

The commotion in the front hall, loud enough to lift the cave ceiling, perfectly masked any subtle noises that might come from deep within the cave and completely distracted all the demon soldiers left behind.

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The raging winds that swept across Huangfeng Ridge have now subsided, but the lingering Daoist energy still cuts through the thin clouds high in the sky like invisible blades.

A slender figure hovered silently in the sky; it was the Wind Patrol Envoy who had been sent on a mission.

It did not rashly use its divine sense to probe the cave below, which was filled with demonic energy.

It simply closed its eyes slowly, and the black stone pendant bestowed upon it by the Bodhisattva on its chest began to emit a faint light.

A shared aura originating from the deepest part of its bloodline was pushed to its limit. As a weasel spirit sharing the same origin as the Yellow Wind Monster, this sense was a tracking technique that no magic weapon could match.

In its perceived world, the Yellow Wind Cave below was no longer a physical mountain, but had transformed into a massive vortex composed of mixed demonic energy and chaotic Daoist rhythms.

The token stone pendant, like a stabilizing force, pointed towards the deepest part of the vortex, where the Yellow Wind Monster's secret cultivation chamber was located.

But at this moment, the atmosphere there was extremely chaotic. It contained both the pure charm left by the Yellow Wind King's supernatural powers and a new, terrifying atmosphere that seemed to want to destroy everything. This was the Daoist aura stirred up by Fan Yuan's clone touching the lamp oil residue.

The Wind Patrolman frowned slightly; something unexpected seemed to have happened at the destination.

It refined its sensing to an even more subtle level, and soon it detected an extremely faint but slowly moving wisp of wind.

This trajectory was completely different from the domineering and divine aura of the Yellow Wind King. Although it also originated from the glass lamp oil, it was like a strand of remnant that had been forcibly peeled off, mixed with a completely different aura.

The patrolman's eyes turned cold; the thief had already succeeded and was still in the cave.

Meanwhile, inside Huangfeng Cave, in a dimly lit passage near the front courtyard, Huang Mao'er was clinging to the stone wall, stumbling forward.

At this moment, his internal energy was in complete chaos, his demonic power and blood were surging and crashing through his meridians, and his body was covered with fine wounds caused by Feng Yun's erosion. He looked extremely weak, as if he would collapse and die on the spot at any moment.

In order to reunite with his main body and successfully obtain the fragments of the Glazed Lamp, he must quickly infiltrate the demon horde in the front courtyard. There are many people and many eyes there, making it the best place to hide and the only chance to slip out of the cave.

Ahead, the firelight of a sentry post could be seen in the distance, where two demon soldiers holding long spears were idly standing guard.

Huang Mao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body, disguising all his exposed injuries and listless aura as if he had been affected by the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

He walked over, hunched over and limping.

"Halt! What are you doing?" A guard, seeing his miserable state, frowned and shouted.

Huang Mao'er trembled at the sudden shout, like a startled rabbit, and gasped, "General... you scared me to death... just now... just now the earth shook, and huge rocks fell from above, I almost... almost lost my life... cough cough..."

As he spoke, he coughed violently, his body swaying, inadvertently revealing a stain of golden blood on the lapel of his clothes.

That wasn't a disguise; it was his real injury.

Seeing his half-dead state and smelling the blood on him, the guard's wariness turned into impatience.

After all, he had seen far too many little demons like this, either terrified or injured by the aftermath of the battle, that night.

"Alright, alright! Get out of the way, don't block the way!" The guard waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes...yes...thank you, General..."

Huang Mao dared not linger for a moment, stumbling all the way until he finally arrived at the bustling front courtyard.

At this moment, the front courtyard was filled with a mixture of demonic energy and the smell of alcohol. Some demon soldiers were frantically cleaning up the mess left behind by the victory banquet, while others gathered in groups of three or five, boasting with spittle flying about how brave they were and how miserable the stable boy was.

Huang Mao'er infiltrated the demon horde. At this time, any demon soldier who wanted to leave the cave alone would immediately attract scrutiny. He had to wait for a reasonable opportunity to leave the cave.

Not far away, a cat demon leader, his face flushed from drinking, was slurring his words and yelling at several lesser demons, "You lot! What are you all standing there for! Take all these bones and fruit peels out and throw them in the back mountain! The stench is unbearable!"

It's now!

A glint flashed in Huang Mao's eyes, and he immediately seized the opportunity to move closer. He took the initiative to lift a huge wooden barrel that emitted a strong, fishy stench from the ground and mingled into this makeshift garbage collection team, slowly walking towards the cave entrance.

The demon general guarding the door saw several familiar faces handling these daily chores and smelled the nauseating stench. He merely frowned impatiently and did not go forward to question them.

"Open a small door and send them back quickly!" the demon general ordered the guard beside him.

"yes!"