Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

"waste!"

The Silver Blood Wolf King snorted coldly, his eyes revealing murderous intent. "It seems I have to make a trip myself. If Li Yuan can really absorb demonic power directly, he will surely become a great threat to our demon race in the future."

Just as he was about to set off, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching. He stopped and looked up, only to see a figure land on the mountaintop, revealing a demon king dressed in blue armor with a cold and stern face.

"The Demon King of No Direction?" The Silver Blood Wolf King recognized the newcomer and frowned. "What brings you here?"

After landing, the Demon King Wufang reached out and pulled out a decree: "Silver Blood, His Majesty the Demon Emperor has ordered the Dark Pavilion to immediately rescind the kill order against Li Yuan, Leng Ningshuang, and Ji Fanghua."

"What?!" The Silver Blood Wolf King's expression changed drastically. "The kill order has been revoked? Why? That Li Yuan is a great threat to our demon race, how can we let him go so easily..."

"This is an order personally issued by His Majesty the Demon Emperor," the Demon King Wufang interrupted him, his tone stern. "His Majesty began his seclusion last night for ten years. Before going into seclusion, he specifically ordered the cancellation of all pursuit and killing operations against these three individuals."

Wufang Demon King was a confidant of Xuantian Demon Emperor, and was always responsible for relaying various messages for him. His words were beyond question.

"What?! His Majesty is going into seclusion for ten years?" The Silver Blood Wolf King was shocked again. "Why would His Majesty go into seclusion at this time?"

"How could we possibly fathom His Majesty's thoughts?" The Demon King Wufang shook his head and shoved the decree into his hand. "In short, the order has been given. This is His Majesty's decree, and it must not be disobeyed."

The Silver Blood Wolf King's expression shifted repeatedly, but he finally gritted his teeth and waved his hand resentfully: "...I understand."

He glanced in the direction of the town, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes, but in the end he turned around, transformed into a streak of silver light, and disappeared into the horizon.

The Demon King Wufang stood still, looking in the direction where the Silver Blood Wolf King had disappeared. He then turned his head to look in the direction of the town, a thoughtful look in his eyes. With a flicker, he also disappeared into the night.

The barren mountain returned to silence.

At this moment, in the Milky Way.

Li Yuan's consciousness was still drifting in that boundless sea of ​​stars, but unlike before, there was now a blurry phantom deep within his consciousness.

The phantom sat cross-legged, its outline exactly the same as Li Yuan's, but even more solid.

The figure seemed to be formed from pure starlight, radiating a faint golden glow.

The demonic power that Li Yuan had just absorbed was now continuously flowing into the illusory figure. After circulating within the figure's body, it was refined and purified, transforming into pure energy that flowed into the figure's dantian.

However, the phantom seemed to be a bottomless pit. No matter how much demonic power it absorbed, there was no sign of saturation. It simply sat there quietly, like an unchanging star, silently absorbing all the energy that poured in.

And at the center of the phantom's brow, one can vaguely see the outline of an extremely tiny palace.

The outline was exactly the same as the bronze palace in Li Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The Thirty-Three Heavens Diagram.

The once magnificent and vast scroll space is now riddled with holes.

The Milky Way shattered, the sky collapsed, and countless cracks spread out like a spider web. The chaotic energy emanating from the cracks continuously eroded this already crumbling space.

The ground was riddled with bottomless ravines, where the remaining power of lightning and the chill of frost intertwined, emitting a hissing sound.

This battle, which lasted for several days, has finally come to an end.

The White Ape Demon Saint looked utterly miserable. Its thick white fur was now charred black, and in many places, its skin was torn and bruised from being burned by lightning and fire.

Its left arm hung limply, and there was a deep wound on its chest that exposed bone, from which blood seeped out continuously, staining a large area of ​​the ground beneath it red.

The White Ape Demon Saint leaned on his cracked, cold iron staff, panting heavily. His gaze toward Mr. Mo was filled with resentment, but his previous arrogance was gone.

The Xuanbing Demon Emperor was in no better condition. His crystal-clear Xuanbing armor was now covered with cracks, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was fluctuating, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself.

The Azure Lotus Demon Saint was in the best condition among the three. He stood at a distance, the light of the azure lotus in his hand had dimmed considerably, and the edges of the petals even showed signs of withering. There was also a hint of apprehension in his gaze as he looked at Mr. Mo.

"What a remarkable Mo Wentian." The Azure Lotus Demon Saint spoke slowly, with a hint of sincere admiration, "To fight three against one and still manage to injure the White Ape to such an extent, even shaking the foundation of the Thirty-Three Heavens Map... It seems we still underestimated you."

Mr. Mo stood proudly in the center of the battlefield, his Taoist robe stained with bloodstains, some his own and some of his enemies', but his back remained straight. He held a wine gourd, took a leisurely sip, wiped his mouth, looked at the Azure Lotus Demon Saint, and said calmly.

"Although the Thirty-Three Heavens Diagram is mysterious, it is incomplete, and one must consider who is using it when criticizing it."

He smiled mockingly, "The three of you have cultivation, but you haven't been able to truly unleash the power of this diagram."

The Azure Lotus Demon Saint remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "You're right, today we are outmatched. However, Mo Wentian, if you want to break this diagram, you'll probably have to pay a price."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Mo's heart sank slightly, knowing that what the Azure Lotus Demon Saint said was true.

He didn't say anything more, and his aura suddenly surged.

"break!"

With a low shout, he pointed his finger like a sword at the cracked spatial barrier of the Thirty-Three Heavens Map.

This seemingly ordinary finger gesture contained a profound truth about the universe. Wherever the fingertip passed, space collapsed inch by inch. The scroll space, which was barely maintaining itself, finally could not withstand it and made a crisp sound.

"Snap—!"

The Thirty-Three Heavens diagram is broken.

The scroll shattered into countless fragments, like butterflies fluttering in the sky, swirling and scattering before gradually turning into nothingness.

The sun shone again, and the snow and wind from the snow-capped mountains swept over us once more.

Mr. Mo's figure appeared above the glacier canyon. He glanced back at the dissipating scroll fragments, then at the three figures below with weakened auras. Without saying another word, he transformed into a streak of light and shot towards Tiger Wolf Canyon.

His speed was extremely fast, more than twice as fast as when he came. The wind and snow left a long white line behind him, as if to split the sky in two.

He was extremely anxious. He had been trapped for several days, and countless changes had occurred in the outside world. Those people who had trapped him were definitely after Li Yuan. Although that kid had some good fortune, he was probably in grave danger against a being of the Demon Emperor level.

"Kid, you absolutely mustn't get into trouble..." Mr. Mo silently prayed, and quickened his pace even further.

Tiger and Wolf Gorge.

When Mr. Mo's figure landed on the gate wall, the guards were stunned at first, and then burst into a deafening cheer.

"Mr. Mo is back!"

"It's Mr. Mo! Mr. Mo is back!"

The gloom that had hung over the garrison for days seemed to dissipate in that moment. Mr. Mo's effortless defeat of the two demon kings that night had already become legendary in the army. His return undoubtedly boosted the morale of this weary garrison.