The back courtyard of Feather Spirit Palace was within the Turquoise Pool; the first time Su Yang saw Feather Spirit Palace, it was here that he saw it.

But now, when he came here, there was nothing left at all. In front of him was only a sheer rock face, as if there had never been a palace here in the first place.

This situation left Su Yang deeply puzzled. Had Feather Spirit Palace actually moved its location?

After pondering for a while, Su Yang tried to dig an opening into this rock wall, wanting to see if Feather Spirit Palace had entered into the mountain.

In the end, Su Yang nearly hollowed out the entire mountain, but still never found it. Feather Spirit Palace had seemingly vanished into thin air, incomparably strange.

After searching for a while and truly finding nothing, Su Yang could only give up in the end.

He left the Turquoise Pool and went straight to the Demon Abyss.

The seal of the Demon Abyss had already been reinforced again; it was now personally sealed by the Saint Emperor, and could hold out for a period of time.

As soon as Su Yang entered the Demon Abyss, he immediately felt his power being completely suppressed.

This did not surprise Su Yang much; on the contrary, he felt this was normal.

That person inside the palace in the Demon Abyss, even if he wasn't the Heaven Slayer, was definitely inseparably connected to the Heaven Slayer. In other words, this person was certainly an Ancient Great Power. With someone like that here, how could Su Yang's paltry strength not be suppressed?

Entering the palace, Su Yang headed straight for the region of that mass of black qi.

Just like before, the moment he stepped into the black qi, Su Yang once again arrived beside that half stone stele. The stele was still being stepped on by that man; after all these years, there had been no change at all. Everything was the same as before.

Only, as Su Yang stood here, he suddenly remembered something.

He recalled the scene the first time he drew out the Heaven-Slaying Blade—many images had appeared around the blade, with countless remnants of experts' figures looming all around. In the end was the scene of the Heaven-Slaying Blade cleaving down toward a gigantic stone stele.

Looking at the stone stele before him, Su Yang suddenly realized that the stele split open by the Heaven-Slaying Blade back then—wasn't it this very stele?

At this thought, Su Yang's heart jolted in shock. Could it be that this was the Heavenly Dao that had been cleaved apart by the Heaven Slayer? The half of the Heavenly Dao taken away by the Heaven Slayer's Illusion—wasn't that exactly this half stone stele?

Could this half stone stele be the legendary half of the Heavenly Dao taken by the Heaven Slayer?

In that instant, Su Yang felt both excited and suddenly enlightened. If it was truly so, then this matter was utterly earth-shattering.

So that half of the Heavenly Dao had been in the Nine Realms all along?

In other words, the thing that all the Human Clan, Demon Beasts, and Guardian Gods of the Three Thousand Great Worlds were searching for had been within the Nine Realms this whole time?

For a moment Su Yang was a bit dazed; staring at the stone stele before him, his whole person fell into confusion.

After a long period of deep thought, Su Yang finally calmed his thoughts little by little. Looking at the stone stele, a sudden idea arose in his heart.

If the Nine Realms could assimilate this stele, wouldn't that be equivalent to mastering half of the Heavenly Dao? In that case, wouldn't the Human Clan see a hope of turning the tide?

Thinking of this, Su Yang's mood surged with excitement. He glanced at the person standing atop the stele; he didn't know whether this person was the Heaven Slayer, but he was certainly an Ancient Great Power.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yang cupped his fists and said, "Senior, the Three Thousand Great Worlds have all been occupied by the Guardian Gods. The Human Clan is in an unprecedented crisis, already forced into a dead end by the Guardian Gods. We need the Heavenly Dao to save the Human Clan. Thus, this junior boldly wishes to borrow this stone stele for a time, and hopes Senior will grant this request!"

After he finished, Su Yang looked at the man on top. The man made no movement at all; Su Yang couldn't tell whether he had heard his words.

Su Yang hesitated for a moment, then repeated what he had just said, and at the same time roughly explained the situation outside.

The man still did not react, so Su Yang simply stopped being polite and cupped his fists again, saying, "Since Senior says nothing, then this junior will take it as Senior's tacit consent!"

With that, Su Yang directly extended his hand, preparing to take the stone stele.

Of course, Su Yang had nearly suffered a loss on this stele before, so when he made his move he was extremely vigilant, on guard against any unexpected situation.

Just as his hand was about to touch the stone stele, an unexpected situation indeed occurred. A strand of black light flared from the stele and shot straight toward Su Yang's hand.

Su Yang's heart lurched; he hurriedly tried to pull his hand back. However, at this moment it was as if he had been frozen in place, utterly unable to move even an inch.

Just as the black light was about to collide with his hand, the man standing on the stele finally moved. With a light stamp of his foot, the mass of black qi on the stele was shattered to pieces.

At that very instant, it was as if the seal on Su Yang had been lifted; he immediately regained the ability to move.

He quickly backed up a few steps, staring at the stone stele in shock. He already possessed Saint Emperor-level strength, yet before this stele he still didn't have the slightest power to resist. He didn't even know exactly how he had been bound in the first place. Was this half of the Heavenly Dao really so terrifyingly powerful?

And then there was the man on top—he had remained silent and motionless, but it was obvious that he had been watching over this stele the entire time. Unless the stele reacted, he would not move.

Su Yang had said so much earlier, and this man had not answered a single sentence; clearly, he had no intention of paying Su Yang any mind.

After staring at the stone stele and pondering for a long time, Su Yang finally chose to give up. This stele seemed to possess its own consciousness; if he truly took it out, he had no idea whether that would be a blessing or a calamity. Leaving it here, suppressed by this man, would actually save him a great deal of worry.

"Many thanks, Senior!" Su Yang cupped his fists toward the man on the stele in gratitude.

The man still did not respond, and Su Yang did not say anything more. He knew this person would not answer him.

Leaving the Demon Abyss, Su Yang turned back for another glance, still feeling lingering fear. Although he did not know what would happen if that black qi had touched him, Su Yang had no doubt that with his current strength, he was absolutely incapable of resisting it.

The might of the Heavenly Dao was truly beyond imagination!

And for the Heaven Slayer to have actually been able to cleave apart the Heavenly Dao—that was even more inconceivable.

Standing at the entrance, exhaling a long breath, a thought suddenly surfaced in Su Yang's heart. In that instant, he suddenly recalled who that Heavenly Warrior he had encountered in the wormhole really was!

When Su Yang had just recalled the Heavenly-Slaying Blade cleaving apart the Heavenly Dao, he had also remembered those remnants of figures that had surrounded the Heaven-Slaying Blade back then. And that man in the wormhole was clearly one of those remnants of figures!

There had been many people among those remnants, but without a doubt, they had all been the core forces that once opposed the Heavenly Dao and the Guardian Gods.

The man in the wormhole was one of them, one of the once most powerful Heavenly Warriors.

No wonder Su Yang had found him familiar; now, Su Yang finally understood why.