Shen Yi walked out of the great hall and set the qi of heaven and earth in motion.

Crimson filled the sky again and gathered into the Boundless Demon-Sovereign Palace.

He looked at the horsetail whisk in his hand. He did not know its grade, and the wooden man would not say more; but the old dog had swept up very nearly every Palace-Anchoring Object in the Nanyang Sect, and only this one remained, which meant it had destroyed all the rest.

This one, though, had survived.

Li Xuanqing had been the personally transmitted disciple who was to inherit the Nanyang treasured site. A Palace-Anchoring Object he had sought out himself was in all likelihood a treasure of the very first rank.

Shen Yi opened his palm and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment the whisk rose straight into the air, became a streak of light, and settled into the hand of the figure seated on the prayer mat within the Dao Palace.

Against the surging sea of blood, a wash of bloody light came over the whisk as well.

The nine demons turned slowly from void to substance. What had been pure ferocity now showed points of living vitality, as though they were about to come fully alive — while the several Anchor-Stones, by contrast, hardly changed at all.

At a stir of Shen Yi's mind the whole Boundless Demon-Sovereign Palace rushed toward the point between his brows and dropped into his sea of consciousness.

The sea of blood — gathered out of the qi of heaven and earth, a full five hundred-odd zhang across — became from that moment the whole of Shen Yi's foundation.

It reinforced his spirit-body, and the qi within it flowed slowly into the five viscera of his path infant.

【Remaining Lifespan: 35,973 years】

Beyond the growth in strength, what struck Shen Yi most was the growth in his own lifespan.

With a world of his own to sustain him, his lifespan had shot up by 30,000 years outright.

Barring accident, that came close enough to deathless longevity.

"……"

Li Xuanqing opened his…