Kun Rong nestled against Hong Yuan’s chest, sobbing softly.

Feeling this soul-stirring presence, she closed her eyes contentedly and fell into a deep sleep in Hong Yuan’s embrace, utterly at peace.

Within the Great Moon Demon Realm, Han Kui watched this scene, her teeth lightly clenched, a dull ache in her heart, filled with mixed emotions. There was joy for her best friend’s escape from difficulty, and jealousy that her beloved clan brother was about to be taken by another.

However, just moments later, Kun Rong woke up, as they still had unresolved issues.

"Senior Brother, my younger siblings have been placed in the White Kun Palace, ostensibly for cultivation, but they are actually being monitored."

"Hmm, then lead the way."

"HUH!?"

Kun Rong was utterly bewildered.

Yet, the fact was that she and the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon had been led out by Hong Yuan in broad daylight. The two Demon Saints guarding the courtyard, both inside and out, were none the wiser, allowing them to come and go as they pleased.

Hong Yuan’s vast Divine Power left Kun Rong and the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon astonished.

You must know that the Kunyu Clan is also a direct line of inheritance from Kunpeng. Although the Kunyu Clan is strong in Food Tao and weak in Space Tao, their Space Tao is only considered weak when compared to the Sky Roc Clan, which is also a direct lineage of Kunpeng. In truth, when compared to the outside world, the Kunyu Clan’s Space Tao inheritance is also extremely formidable.

Yet, Hong Yuan could come and go as he pleased from such a Super Demon Clan, entirely unnoticed, like a phantom!

"There’s no need to be surprised. If I weren’t worried something might happen to your younger siblings, I would have taken you and fought our way out by now."

Hong Yuan squinted his eyes and smiled, gently caressing Kun Rong’s forehead.

This was not a power of his Demonic Body, but rather the great power of the Holy Artifact, the Great Moon Virtual Mirror. The Great Moon Virtual Mirror, already adept at concealment, had become even more formidable after reaching the rank of a Heavenly Artifact. Back when it was merely a human-rank Holy Artifact, it had helped Hong Yuan defeat Tianli. Now that it had reached the heavenly-rank Holy Artifact stage, deceiving two Demon Saints was nothing.

Feeling Hong Yuan’s favor, Kun Rong felt enveloped in a strong and powerful sense of security. A happy smile unconsciously spread across her face, and the tips of her ears turned red.

I’ve done so much. If the Bloodline Dream Realm had a clearance standard, I suppose I would have reached S-rank by now... Hong Yuan thought.

He was a dedicated "actor." Initially, he was not very good at controlling his emotions, but after experiencing various events, he had come to understand the importance of "acting." Even in the trials of a dream realm, he would not be careless!

Along the way, Hong Yuan, with Kun Rong by his side, wandered through the heavenly palaces of the Kunyu Tribe. A magnificent and splendid vista unfolded before them. The sea of clouds was vast, the white clouds dense, and the majestic palaces were scattered in an intricate pattern, together forming a terrifying grand formation.

Even Hong Yuan felt threatened by this grand formation. If the grand formation were fully activated, he would likely have to expend his Life Span and use the Heavenly Demon Dismantling Divine Power to boost his combat strength to handle the worst-case scenario!

「...」

Outside the Tianque Palace complex of the Kunyu Tribe, a valiant man appeared, like a divine tree god incarnate. His aura was lofty and powerful, his life force robust, and his eyes held myriad glints of light—Worm Roc Gu Jingshou had arrived.

"Having defeated Tianli, Han Jiuming must have also mastered the ’Heaven and Earth Grand Power Flow,’ the pride of the Heavenly Horned Ant Tribe," Gu Jingshou mused.

"Why should Lord Worm Roc belittle himself? It was merely the lack of a hero at the time that allowed a nobody to become famous. If the Human Race hadn’t set up various shocking deathtraps targeting it, Tianli wouldn’t have failed so miserably," declared a rugged, burly man beside him with disdain. This demon was a follower of Worm Roc, named Liuzhi.

Not long after, the Milky Way shone brightly, and a pale blue Cloud Boat arrived.

At the front of the Cloud Boat, two figures stood in somber silence. They were from the Huangqu River Water Tribe, fellow tribesmen of Master Heavenly River, Kun Rong’s mentor. All of them had achieved enlightenment through the rivers and lakes.

The Huangqu River Water Tribe was also aware of Kun Rong’s difficult situation. But they were too weak; their entire tribe had only four Demon Saints, and the strongest among them had only just reached the seventh rank. They wanted to repay Master Heavenly River’s kindness, but they simply couldn’t stand against the Kunyu Tribe or the Sky Roc Clan.

"Damn it! Master Heavenly River held him in such high regard. If Han Jiuming doesn’t show up soon, what will become of Rong’er?"

"Be quiet! This place is not like the others. Haven’t you noticed we’re already being watched by the old-timers of the Kunyu Tribe...?"

The two Demon Saints of the Huangqu River Water Tribe communicated via secret voice transmission, one indignant, the other somber.

After they entered the Tianque Palace complex, other Demon Saints followed, striding in one after another. All the renowned Demon Saints from the Xuanwu Battle Zone had rushed over, sensing the approach of a great storm.

Even the Ten Thousand Demon Saint Lord—Sky Fox Great Saint—had come, accompanied by the Blue Tiger Demon Saint and other powerful demons. The Sky Fox Great Saint’s ascension to Ten Thousand Demon Saint Lord had been recommended by Tianli. Many saints suspected his arrival was due to a grudge with Han Jiuming.

「...」

"Weren’t they saying Han Jiuming would be here? Why isn’t there even a shadow of him?" a Demon Saint muttered from a corner.

He was here to watch a good show, not to witness a cordial exchange of pleasantries between the Kunyu Tribe and the Sky Roc Clan. Had he known it would be like this, he certainly wouldn’t have prepared a gift.

"Haha, that Han Jiuming has always been a spineless fellow; it’s obvious he doesn’t dare to come!" Mo Yilun burst out laughing, his expression filled with utter disdain.

Hearing this, the Demon Saints of the Sky Roc Clan erupted in boisterous laughter, filling the air with jubilant mirth.

"Destiny? Does he even deserve it?"

"This demon must have heard of the renown of my clan brother, Pengyu, gotten scared shitless, and is hiding away like an old turtle again! WAHAHAHA..."

"With an attitude like that, what use is his high talent? He’s nothing but a good-for-nothing!"

"..."

Hidden in the sea of clouds, a Bronze Mirror was cloaked in the void.

Standing within the inner world of the Great Moon Virtual Mirror, Hong Yuan listened to their taunts. He glanced at Mo Yilun with narrowed eyes, his expression unchanging, hands clasped behind his back. This Mo Yilun... he had some recollection of him. If Tianli hadn’t rescued him back then, this demon would have been doomed!

Behind Hong Yuan, Han Kui and Kun Rong watched him anxiously. Kun Rong’s younger siblings sat obediently on the stone chairs in a small pavilion, not daring to make the slightest move.

As for why the Kunyu Tribe hadn’t yet discovered that Kun Rong and her younger siblings had disappeared, it was because Hong Yuan had used the Holy Artifact, the Flood Gathering War Banner, to create illusory doubles with the ’Shape with Water’ technique. However, he knew this deception wouldn’t last long.

I can’t take Kun Rong and the others out of the Kunyu Tribe like this. It seems I’ll have to punch my way out and firmly establish my dominance, Hong Yuan thought.

Never consider victory before considering defeat. As a practitioner of Longevity Martial Arts, Hong Yuan habitually kept a card up his sleeve. This precaution had allowed him to uncover the limitations of this dream realm.

Now, Hong Yuan was waiting for an opportunity—a chance for chaos to erupt unexpectedly within the Kunyu Tribe.

"Something’s wrong—"

"Kun Rong and her younger siblings have all disappeared!!!"

A loud shout rang out. The expressions of the great demons from the Kunyu Tribe and the Sky Roc Clan changed drastically, and they immediately began using various methods to search. The guests also showed surprised expressions, clearly anticipating some drama.

RUMBLE!

Suddenly, the far end of the sea of clouds trembled violently. An utterly terrifying aura spread, causing the Tianque Palace complex of the Kunyu Tribe to sway precariously.

The Elders of the Kunyu Tribe were aghast, for the grand formation within their territory had begun to emit sounds as if it were overburdened.

"May the visitor leave their name?" the ancient ancestor of the Kunyu Tribe called out from the forbidden grounds.

"Han Jiuming," Hong Yuan answered calmly.

From the depths of the sea of clouds, Hong Yuan advanced slowly. Celestial starlight converged upon him, making him shine as if he were the Great Moon Star Lord himself.

Watching Hong Yuan’s approaching figure, the assembled saints were aghast. He had actually come! Such astonishing audacity!

With each step, the magnificent momentum building around Hong Yuan grew, becoming unstoppable. The effect of being the Son of Fortune of the Demon Clan was taking hold!

"Not good! Stop him, quickly! Otherwise, he truly could sweep through everything before him single-handedly—"

A Demon Saint with profound insight recognized Hong Yuan’s intent and cried out in alarm.