The blood-stained peach blossom spread out from the dragon's body and covered this stretch of heaven and earth once more.

In the deepest part of Xihong, at the edge of a pitch-black abyss—

Shen Yi pushed himself up off the ground, breathing hard. The gray faded from his eyes, and he gently rubbed the hole punched clean through his chest.

Immortal-methods cost enormously. Nanyang wasn't a first-rate treasured site to begin with, and its foundations were thin—and he had used two immortal-methods and two divine abilities at once just to have the strength to fight the West Dragon King head-on.

Honestly, a mere few hours of that fight had left Shen Yi utterly spent, like a lamp with its oil burned dry.

This move had been far too much of a gamble.

Luckily… he'd won.

“Hff.”

Shen Yi straightened up and stood with his hands at his sides on the rim of the black abyss.

A sense of relief such as he'd never felt swept through him, and the corners of his mouth curved in a smile that came from the heart.

Even with Xihong and Nanhong together, he was still a long way from beating the immortal's remaining Donghong and Beihong.

But at least he and Hongze's Great Immortal now stood on the same level. He was no longer an ant the other could wipe out with a glance.

At the thought, Shen Yi turned his attention to the panel.

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 16,370,000 years】

Since coming to Xihong, the only demon lifespan he'd spent was a few hundred thousand years to fill in the Greedy Wolf Star Chart. Everything else was right here.

This was clearly short of what Shen Yi had hoped for.

There was still a sizable gap before he could form two Demon Emperor's Seals.

The main reason was that he'd already killed most of this nest of Jade-Horned Silver Dragons. Only about ten were left; getting a couple million years out of them was already doing well.

The real bulk of the demon lifespan should have been the West Dragon Palace's vassal powers. But…