Don't try to cultivate immortality; mortals live longer than immortals.

"Is this the extraterrestrial demon the elders spoke of?"

"Truly remarkable!"

"Putting aside their strength, their various methods and treasures are truly troublesome."

"This gave them strength that surpassed their grade."

The extraterrestrial demon before me is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. If it were stronger, at the eighth or even ninth level, would I have the confidence to defeat it?

Chen Zhuofei was very proud, but he found that he was not confident about this issue.

"No, we must inform our fellow disciples who are participating in the trial together."

"Wait, that's not enough. The extraterrestrial demons are the common enemy of the entire cultivation world. We must also notify other sects and families. Otherwise, if they are defeated one by one, even though my Burning Heaven Palace is strong, it will be impossible for us to fight against the extraterrestrial demons alone."

A thought flashed through Chen Zhuofei's mind.

Assessing the strength displayed in the battle just now, it can be said that the opponent was almost invincible among those of the same level, and it would be difficult for cultivators of the same realm to contend with him.

Of course, the prodigies are an exception!

However, when facing extraterrestrial demons, it is best to use overwhelming power and encirclement to ensure a safe outcome.

Chen Zhuofei's expression was serious, but then a smile appeared on his lips.

Fortunately, this battle was not without its gains. He looked at the tactical backpack in his hand and the strange psionic exoskeleton.

The former resembled a uniquely shaped storage bag, while the latter, though its nature was unknown, had caused him considerable trouble during the battle.

This also proves that this is a remarkable treasure.

Whether used personally or handed over to the sect, it should yield great value and benefits.

With that in mind, he found a relatively clean spot to land, intending to take stock of his spoils.

Examining the psionic exoskeleton in his hand, which had been peeled off the other party's corpse, he wondered what it was.

Chen Zhuofei tried to inject some magic power into it.

However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The instant he infused his magical energy into the psychic exoskeleton, his spiritual senses began to issue frantic warnings.

"this……"

Chen Zhuofei was shocked. Without thinking, he raised his right hand and threw the psionic exoskeleton into the distance.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the treasure self-destructed, and a massive explosion erupted, sending up a dazzling burst of flames.

Chen Zhuofei was completely bewildered, his face extremely ugly. He wondered to himself if he had accidentally triggered the restriction left by the extraterrestrial demon.

Yes, that's not wrong.

As a world where both technology and cultivation are highly advanced, how could Guixu possibly tolerate its equipment ending up in other realms?

Take the psionic exoskeleton for example. Although it's not a particularly important treasure, it still has three layers of security protection.

First, the magic power is pre-recorded.

It's important to understand that everyone's magical characteristics are different, vastly different, involving wavelength, intensity, and various other aspects. In short, it's extremely difficult to imitate.

Second, it uses a random password of up to three digits.

The key was made into capsules, which the monks would swallow before carrying out their missions. They could easily retrieve the capsules afterward, and the enemy, unaware of this, would have no chance of obtaining them.

Third is iris authentication.

Furthermore, as the latest technology after iteration, it requires the iris to be from a living person; once the cultivator perishes, the authentication will fail.

Even if the opponent manages to bypass one or two of the triple safeguards by chance, the possibility of all three safeguards failing simultaneously is extremely slim.

Moreover, the equipment will self-destruct if there is even one incorrect attempt.

Chen Zhuofei's face looked very grim.

However, immediately afterward, he felt the tactical backpack in his hand suddenly become slightly hot.

"This is……"

My intuition warned me again.

Chen Zhuofei was shocked. Although he was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to throw away the backpack that resembled a storage bag, since his life was far more important.

But then an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The backpack straps came to life, like tentacles, wrapping around his wrists and impossible to remove.

"this……"

Chen Zhuofei's eyes widened in surprise.

I never expected that even after the enemy had fallen, I would still inexplicably find myself in crisis.

There was no time to think further. He was a ruthless and decisive man. With a flash of sword light, Chen Zhuofei actually cut off his own arm and threw it, along with his backpack, into the distance.

boom!

A deafening roar reached his ears, and the mushroom cloud rose again. If he had been even slightly slower or hesitated even a fraction of a second, he would likely have been annihilated.

Chen Zhuofei's face turned deathly pale; he was furious, angry, and in pain.

"Extraterrestrial demons, I will never let you get away with this."

He gritted his teeth, but also felt a chill run down his spine.

The elder once said that the Heavenly Demon is cunning and one must never be careless when facing it. Chen Zhuofei originally didn't care much, but now it seems that it is probably even more terrifying than the elder said.

Even death can create a crisis for oneself.

All that hard work not only went to waste, but I also lost an arm for nothing.

Chen Zhuofei took out a pill and swallowed it, then took out a treasure, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

This treasure is extremely valuable and has the ability to transmit messages to multiple people simultaneously.

Through it, the sect's identity token can be used as a carrier to transmit a message to all the disciples of the Burning Heaven Palace in the secret realm.

After a slight hesitation, Chen Zhuofei lowered his head and activated the treasure with his divine sense, sending out the information he wanted to convey to the group.

……

"An extraterrestrial demon?"

Beside a small river.

Several cultivators, their faces ashen, were pleading desperately with a tall man.

"Senior brother of the Burning Heaven Palace, this is all the spoils of our trip, as well as the treasures we carried. If you nod, we are willing to offer it all to you, only asking that you spare our lives."

"That's right, senior brother. We are just disciples of a small sect, with weak strength. We are absolutely no threat to you. Please be merciful, senior brother."

The woman next to her also spoke pitifully, blinking her big, watery eyes, deliberately showing a bit of fragility and coquettishness.

However, the man from the Burning Heaven Palace remained expressionless. With a wave of his long sword, sword light rained down like a storm. The cultivators kneeling before him showed disbelief on their faces, clutching their throats and falling to the ground in resentment.

"Your treasures are nothing but my spoils of war. I will take them myself. It is utterly ridiculous that you would use something that rightfully belongs to me to beg for your life."

Xu Lingyue glanced at the identity token, which contained the message Chen Zhuofei had just sent, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Extraterrestrial demons, interesting."

"I originally thought this Crimson Trial was too bland, but I didn't expect it to bring such a pleasant surprise."