But Xie Xuanyi, whom she has never met, she can’t quite trust.

If the one imprisoned in the furnace now is Cui Zhen, then Ye Ling would never believe that the Venerable would be refined into an elixir.

"..."

Cui Zhen did not speak, merely shook his head: "Proceed with the original plan."

The handsome Great Demon stood atop the dark flowing clouds.

Yin Erosion Dao intent cascaded like a waterfall, spreading in all directions...

This was the legacy he left behind in his previous life.

Though powerful, it will eventually be exhausted.

This Dao intent has already been largely consumed in countering the Solar Eclipse. What remains is not enough to threaten the Sun Eater Venerable.

After all, the latter would not drink the Poison Wine again.

Cui Zhen raised a palm.

The palm faced the sky.

The remaining Yin Erosion Dao intent did not attack the Sun Erosion, but trembled in the void, arranging itself into tadpoles.

This is ancient Demon Race script from a thousand years ago.

"Positioning a formation?"

Sun Eater Venerable narrowed his eyes.

At the stage of Yang God, peak Great Cultivators usually rely on Spiritual Treasure, Divine Skills, and Dao Domain.

Formations... their role is now minimal.

Except for realms like the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm or Lotus Forbidden Land, special thousand-year Grotto Heavens, whose formations are bolstered by Dragon Veins, other formations merely serve auxiliary functions.

"Have you heard of..."

"Harmonization?"

In the center of countless black Dao patterns.

The handsome Great Demon’s long hair flew.

Cui Zhen cast out another strand of Divine Thought, but this time it was neither towards the Pill Furnace nor the Sun Eater Venerable; these Yin Erosion Dao intents danced like scales, spanning thousands of miles of void, forming a bridge to the Divine Sea.

On one end of the bridge is Cui Zhen.

On the other end... it’s also Cui Zhen.

In the pitch-black void, a second shadow faintly emerged. Red hair like fire, clad in red scale armor; this Red Armor Great Demon looked identical to black-robed Cui Zhen but lacked any "feminine" aura, exuding resolute and fearless energy.

"Harmonization?"

Sun Eater Venerable had heard of Harmonization—an achievement unseen in Demon Country for a whole millennium. Though he didn’t doubt Mo Zhen’s talent, perhaps with a rebirth and relearning, he could complete "Harmonization." But unfortunately, it requires at least two Great Daos.

Thus, the beginning felt calm, only letting out a mocking laugh.

But with the appearance of the Red Armor Cui Zhen, the Venerable Daze’s expression was no longer calm, having never seen another Dao Body of Cui Zhen. The aura from this Dao Body felt far "newer" than that of the Yin Erosion Dao Body.

This is the Dao Body that Cui Zhen deliberately cultivated in his second life!

The cultivation is in stark contrast to "Yin Erosion Dao intent": "Pure Yang Dao Intent," specifically cultivated for the dharma body of Harmonization!!

No wonder.

No wonder this guy dares to attend alone.

The saying "leaving the green hills, one need not fear lack of firewood" applies here—even if the Yin Erosion Avatar perishes, thousands of miles away, there’s a Pure Yang Avatar.

"You want Harmonization... here, and now?"

Despite this.

Sun Eater Venerable still couldn’t believe it.

The difficulty of Harmonization, no one in Demon Country had succeeded in a thousand years.

Even Mo Zhen couldn’t just declare Harmonization and achieve it!

Moreover.

After Harmonization, Mo Zhen remains at the Initial Stage of Yang God, at best ascending to the Fourth Realm, Fifth Realm.

Even then, he would never match himself.

Even a thousand years ago, no "Harmonizer" could win against Yang God Eighth Layer Heaven at the onset of ascension!

"Harmonization..."

"Here, and now."

Cui Zhen looked at the Pill Furnace, and calmly stated: "Moreover, not just one."

As his voice fell, the grand formation outlined by countless Yin Erosion Dao intents suddenly activated.

...

...

Far away in the southern Snow Mountain of Demon Country.

Two figures, one in pursuit, one in retreat.

The former is Xuan Jin Venerable, groomed as a future throne by the Heavenly Phoenix Palace, now drenched in blood, looking utterly ravaged. Luckily supported by Cheng Er, preventing collapse, his last strand of consciousness solely focused on controlling the flying sword.

The previous confrontation was completely one-sided.

Even using the word duel seemed inappropriate—

Cultivating the Path of Destruction, Xuan Jin was no match for Pure Yang Dao Intent Red Armor Cui Zhen, defeated in less than ten rounds, his Devil Body Dharma Form crushed, pinned down and brutally beaten in the snow. Red Armor Cui Zhen was ruthlessly vicious, intent on driving Cheng Er away to dismantle the Paperman Sect’s remaining Dark Child in Demon Country. Determined to block Cheng Er’s calamity, Xuan Jin valiantly stepped up to send this "sworn brother" on his way.

This unilateral thrashing was forcefully interrupted by Cheng Er using Paperman Technique.

She reached into the Great Dao River, fetching Jing San and Dao Jiu, two Venerables Wu Gou... both known for their killing techniques, reluctantly managed to rescue Xuan Jin from Red Armor Cui Zhen’s attacks.

Then, Cheng Er and Xuan Jin began this seemingly "hopeless" escape northward.

They headed north from Li Lan Mountain, repeatedly pursued by the Red Armored Demon.

Each pursuit.

Xuan Jin faced peril anew.

Cheng Er felt helpless, despite possessing divination skills, even extraordinary wisdom couldn’t remedy their predicament.

Heaven is vast, but strength is supreme.

She knew, Cui Zhen sent this Pure Yang Dharma Body to break a thousand techniques, leaving her powerless, ultimately forced to flee south, out of Demon Country. Thus, whenever caught by Red Armor Cui Zhen, seeing Xuan Jin overwhelmed, Cheng Er could only burn blood to use Forbidden Technique, repeatedly summoning Jing San and Dao Jiu to assist. These entities primarily submerged in the River of Destiny, tasked to guard Cause and Effect for Lord Daoist, overseeing Petal World, if their true bodies were present, perhaps they’d withstand better, but remotely acting across the river, at most resisting Cui Zhen for a few moves, employing Paperman Technique’s dharma bodies would soon be smashed.

At last.

Jing San became reluctant to appear again, despite safely intact, his Divine Thoughts repeatedly shattered, truly affecting his Dao Heart!

This Red Armor Cui Zhen fought relentlessly, frighteningly unstoppable.

Even Cheng Er began to doubt.

Is heading north truly the right move? If they continue chased like this, might Xuan Jin be beaten alive?

Cui Zhen spoke of "sworn brother," yet each strike landed with immense force, showing no mercy whatsoever... this seemed more like fighting a foe than greeting an old brother!

Just as Cheng Er grew desperate, deciding to cast another divination.

The towering Red Armor figure pursuing for hundreds of miles suddenly halted, standing atop a distant snow mountain, thoughtfully raised his head, his demeanor shifted from calm to solemnly dark.

In the next moment, that Red Armored Demon standing afar on the snow peak vanished in an instant.

Cheng Er had witnessed this countless times.

Red Armor Cui Zhen was too fast; his disappearance often meant instantly reappearing before them, allowing no escape, each punch and kick lethal to Yin God Cultivators. Cheng Er hurriedly sent a strand of Divine Thought to warn Xuan Jin to change flying sword direction, though not significantly effective, it still mitigated some damage.

Snow swirled!

Flying sword skimmed the ground, throwing up a large plume of snow, making a large arc.

Unexpectedly.

The disappearing Red Armor did not descend from the sky, nor did it stomp the flying sword or land a punch.

"Gone?"

Cheng Er was momentarily stunned.

Cheng Er remained cautious, although the crisis in her Heart Lake quickly dissipated, she immediately cast a divination, seeing the trigram transform from deadly danger to peace, finally relaxing.

The flying sword crashed to the ground.

Xuan Jin lost his last bit of consciousness, falling heavily onto the snow.

Cheng Er looked at the scene somewhat helplessly, gritting her teeth, deciding to personally drag Xuan Jin to continue north, heading to the place foretold by the trigram.