Now that the Divine Peak Suppressing the Blue Sky stood at Perfection, Shen Yi had found no end of uses for it.

Hiding inside that stretch of blue sky, for one. It worked better than any other presence-concealing art.

And he no longer had to hunt out somewhere quiet and empty before shaping an Anchor-Stone, the way he used to.

“Hff.”

Hidden in the blue sky, Shen Yi steadied his breathing. It had been a long time since he had looked forward to an Anchor-Stone this much.

Never mind whether it would carry the thing gestating in the Myriad Demon West Hall another step forward.

The Cold Mountain Ancestor had been a middle-stage Heaven Realm great demon in its own right. It had dragged nearly everything he had out of him. He had spent the Divine Peak Suppressing the Blue Sky and the Demon-Sovereign weapon, the two he leaned on hardest, and only then brought it down.

Shen Yi was more used to fighting up close, but this time he had kept his distance from beginning to end and never once closed with the old thing, because he did not like his chances against that monstrous demon body.

A fighter like that was better than Ke the Thirteenth — and Ke the Thirteenth was the strongest Hall Master he had.

He stopped weighing it and moved. The corpse, still warm, dissolved into a sea of blood and poured into the Anchor-Stone, and at a flicker of his will, Demon Origins surfaced one after another, each of them glittering.

It took a full forty-seven of them to rebuild the great demon's soul whole and bring it entirely under him.

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 5,380,000 years】

Looking at what was left, Shen Yi no longer felt the comfortable security he once had. The number looked enormous. In practice there was no way to push it up another level without stirring more than he could afford and drawing Beihong's eye.

Even Xihong's great demons had died here, after all.

If he wanted to go on stockpiling lifespan, slaughtering a Dragon Palace was unavoidable.

But…