At the edges of the Star Bright Hall, panicked voices arose, sounding as if they were desperately fleeing without a path.

Hong Yuan glanced over, then withdrew his gaze.

It was merely the commotion made by a group of lesser demons as they ran away, unworthy of Hong Yuan’s serious attention.

In the distance, at the edge of the Star Bright Hall, a handsome deer demon, gasping for breath, pushed away his Senior Sister’s jade hand. He turned his head to stare resentfully into the depths of the Star Bright Hall, saying discontentedly, "Senior Sister, we too are disciples of the Holy Land. Why must we avoid him? Isn’t he a bit too domineering!"

SLAP!!!

His charming Senior Sister forcefully slapped the deer demon, causing his handsome face to swell and redden. She scolded in a low voice, "Mind your words! Be mindful of your status."

PFFT... A mouthful of clotted blood spewed from the deer demon’s mouth, and he felt incredibly terrible, both physically and psychologically.

He closed his eyes in pain, allowing his alluring Senior Sister to drag him away.

Above, out of his line of sight, a mass of purple-gold light separated from the Purple Gold Thorns and rushed into his column of red luck. This caused his luck to downgrade, falling into the green smoke category.

This scene was witnessed by Hong Yuan.

Hong Yuan looked at the Purple Gold Thorn Tree with some astonishment. Good grief, a backlash of luck, scattering the foolish? It even has this function, and I wasn’t even planning to deal with these lesser demons.

He laughed, not taking it much further to heart.

Actually, occupying the Star Bright Hall alone—such a treasure trove rich in star essence qi and Heaven Earth origin—wasn’t truly what he wished for.

But as the Purple Gold Thorn Tree grew larger by the day, it wasn’t easy for Hong Yuan to disrupt its growth at this moment.

After all, the Immortal Aperture Origin being fed back by the Purple Gold Thorns is too much, far too much!

I have no other choice but to let the disciples and elders of the Dragon God Sacred Land suffer for some time. I, Hong Yuan, will definitely repay them generously in the future.

"Come out, Communicating Sky Bug."

Hong Yuan flipped his right hand, and a Communicating Sky Bug resembling a white cat appeared in his palm.

In an instant, brilliant yellow light shone beneath the Purple Gold Thorns. Hong Yuan’s vision blurred as a yellow passage appeared before him.

Consuming a Green Grapes Immortal Nuance, Hong Yuan’s will traveled down the yellow passage, straight towards Treasured Yellow Heaven.

He was seeking traces of the Heaven Earth Secret Realm, the Reverse River!

With just a small bowl of Reverse River water, he was sure he could refine the "Reversed River Dream Robe" Divine Power!

「One day later.」

Hong Yuan, somewhat helplessly, returned beneath the Purple Gold Thorn Tree and continued cultivating it.

Regarding his Demonic Body, he hadn’t found any trace of the Reverse River at all.

Whether in Treasured Yellow Heaven, the Book Pavilions of the Four Great Holy Lands, or even the records at the Demon Court, there were no specific accounts of the Reverse River’s whereabouts.

In other words, the Reverse River had long since disappeared. Furthermore, the ninth forbidden area of the Southern Border had also vanished into the river of time.

However, Hong Yuan had not returned empty-handed. He learned that the last owner of the Reverse River was called Flower Tao God!

Flower Tao God is an alias of Azure Lotus Heaven Lord, who conquered the Reverse River. And Azure Lotus Heaven Lord, Flower Tao God, is also the Eternal Azure Lotus Reincarnation. Coincidentally, Ye Gufan is also the Eternal Azure Lotus Reincarnation.

This means Ye Gufan has also conquered the Reverse River, becoming its master...

Hong Yuan’s gaze grew distant, myriad thoughts swirling in his heart.

After sitting under the tree for a quarter of an hour, he still couldn’t unravel the puzzles in his mind.

He slowly exhaled a turbid breath, which transformed into a white dragon and gradually dissipated under the tree.

A flash of purple-gold light crossed his pupils:

The ship will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge. For now, I should focus on building the Destiny Demon Realm.

After utilizing the Rhythm Tao’s techniques, my Immortal Aperture Origin has been greatly nourished. In no more than two years, I fear I might reach the seventh rank of Demon Saint.

If Li Jianqiu is successful in establishing the Ground Demon Kingdom, then this timeframe could be reduced even further!

With a smile on his face, Hong Yuan closed his eyes, focusing his attention on the Destiny Demon Realm within his body.

He was not only cultivating trees but also cultivating a Demon Realm.

The strength of his Demonic Body was improving every second, providing Hong Yuan with an unparalleled sense of security!

「If the west isn’t bright, the east will shine.」

Having searched quite thoroughly concerning the Demon Clan, Hong Yuan naturally wouldn’t neglect the Human Race.

No sooner had the will of his Sword Body reached Treasured Yellow Heaven than he heard the will of Master Eastward Flowing cheerfully greeting him.

"Hey, Qing."

The will of Master Eastward Flowing, along with his friends, rushed towards Hong Yuan.

"Master Eastward Flowing, Masters..." Hong Yuan responded warmly.

Having more friends opens more paths. If he truly wished for his Sword Body to ascend to the position of Human Tribe Leader, then forming an interest group was inevitable.

Curiously, Hong Yuan’s thoughts drifted to the deceased Lightning Martial Saint, that wise and formidable man.

He couldn’t help but sigh quietly in his heart.

A quarter of an hour later.

Hong Yuan waved goodbye to Master Eastward Flowing and the others, heading towards his correspondence window in the Five Human Clan’s Intelligence Bureau, exchanging letters just as he used to with the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.

Even though he was anxious for information about the Reverse River, Hong Yuan showed no sign of this urgency.

Behind him, the Martial Saint will of Master Eastward Flowing watched Hong Yuan’s departing figure, smiling.

One of the men, dressed in a blue robe—a middle-aged man named Falling Thunder Saint, a powerful seventh-rank existence—spoke up, his brow furrowing slightly, "Eastward Flowing, even if Bo Qing could rise to prominence, I fear it would not be for another hundred years. Why should we be so deferential to him? After all, he is just a minor sixth-rank Sword Saint."

"Yeah, Master," another beautiful woman in a florally patterned dress remarked. "We could just invite Bo Qing into our Comforting Heart Alliance. Why do I feel like you admire him greatly and want him to compete for the position of Alliance Hierarch?"