Chapter 71

Striding forward, the mist grew thicker.

His field of vision shrank from ten feet to three feet, a mere meter away.

His divine sense extended, but was met with obstruction everywhere.

Everything was hazy and indistinct, just like his vision, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Can your divine sense penetrate the mist, Demon God?" Yang Qifeng, seeing his divine sense was less effective than his vision, suddenly became curious.

His own divine sense was not of a high level, untempered by lightning, and not resilient. Upon touching the mist, it dissipated immediately, sensing nothing. However, Ganlan Demon God was a powerful Demon God. Could such mist really obstruct him? He was curious.

"Of course not. Otherwise, how do you think I could see through the path to guide you forward?" Ganlan Demon God's tone contained disdain, and a slight dissatisfaction.

Yang Qifeng's question was an insult to him.

Yang Qifeng himself smiled, his eyes intensely focused, his whole body on high alert, like a venomous snake about to strike.

An arrow, silent and swift, darted through the air.

All the mist it encountered dissipated, but the mist reappeared in the next moment.

In an instant, it was impossible to discern with the naked eye.

The arrow's tip was pitch black, as dark as ink, with a faint black glow, silent and swift, stopping in an instant.

When Yang Qifeng made his move, the arrow tip was already less than a foot away from him.

Holding the black saber horizontally, he slashed through the air.

Mystic light flickered, flames boiled, and an overwhelming fire burned fiercely.

The saber light crisscrossed, and the flames danced like dragons.

Clang!

A clear sound of impact echoed, the arrow was cut in two, splitting straight from the tip.

The black saber's strike was successful, and Yang Qifeng did not hold back. He transformed into a long rainbow, quickly vanishing.

His figure quickly emerged from the rainbow, and he delivered a slash.

The Great Sun Saber Technique, White Sun Breaking Dawn!

The rising sun, bright but not intense!

The saber light was brilliant, and the flames rose, the powerful saber beam blazing.

The hidden attacker, holding a long bow, blocked it with an upward thrust, the sound of collision continuous.

Crack! The long bow, a low-grade magical artifact, clashed with the black saber, a mid-grade magical artifact.

The intense impact caused the long bow, which had only ten earth-sha restrictions, to crack.

Over the past ten years, the black saber had been continuously refined by Yang Qifeng using the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace. Even without mixing in other materials, the meticulous refinement had raised the black saber's quality, with the three true fires of the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace increasing its earth-sha restrictions.

It had just crossed the threshold to the twenty-fifth earth-sha restriction, reaching the mid-grade magical artifact level.

Refinement not only required good materials but also a good flame, which was equally important.

Materials could enhance the quality of refinement, and so could flames.

The flames rose, spreading along the black saber. Just as he was about to defend and avoid the flames, he suddenly felt a void and the saber light appeared.

Unable to dodge in time, his reaction could not keep up. He watched helplessly as the black saber swept past, piercing his forehead!

A faint red spot appeared on his forehead, then rapidly expanded. Bang! His head burst like a shattered watermelon, scattering on the ground, and the headless body fell.

Yang Qifeng glanced at it, ignored it, and continued to stride forward.

The leader he had just eliminated was not strong, only at the demon core realm.

Even if Yang Qifeng was suppressed by a major realm and could only exert the power of a Yin Spirit, he still surpassed the leader by a major realm.

Without the obstruction of the mist, he could kill with one strike.

The reason for all this was simple: the Great Marsh Land had underestimated Yang Qifeng, thinking he was just an ordinary demon general at the demon core realm, so it sent a leader of the same realm.

The battle was supposed to be a sure thing, as Yang Qifeng would be suppressed by a major realm.

"Something's wrong. Why does it feel like I'm walking back, in a circle?" Despite the thick mist affecting his vision, as a demon, his memory was naturally extraordinary.

The scenery around him, though he had not actively memorized it, he could recall it when he started to think.

The scene before him, he had seen it not long ago.

"This is a normal phenomenon. The most distinctive feature of an illusionary array is to make you think you are retracing your steps, leading you to believe you have taken the wrong path," Ganlan Demon God explained.

"You mean the path I am taking is correct, but the controller of the illusionary array makes me think I am retracing my steps, causing panic in my heart, making me mistake the correct path for the wrong one," Yang Qifeng hesitated, summarizing.

"Yes, exactly."

"Indeed, you are not a fool," if it weren't for Ganlan Demon God, Yang Qifeng would definitely have fallen for it.

"We have arrived. Just ahead is the weakest point of the three major array eyes."

"Three major array eyes, not eighteen?" Yang Qifeng asked.

He had heard Ganlan Demon God explain in detail about the Demon Subduing Array, which was officially named the Eighteen Demon Subduing Array.

And the initial eighteen banners made him naturally assume that the array eyes were distributed in eighteen places.

"No, the number of array eyes has nothing to do with the name or the number of magical artifacts used to set up the array. This is experience. Remember, you must never judge like this in the future."

Yang Qifeng immediately indicated his understanding. Having only been on the path of cultivation for a little over a hundred years, he needed to master a vast amount of knowledge.

Array formations, artifact refinement, and alchemy—these three major auxiliary fields were essential skills for a great adept. For Yang Qifeng to transform from a novice to an expert, he needed time to accumulate experience.

"Your knowledge is too limited. I originally planned to send you to the Lesser World to train before you reached the lightning tribulation, but now I realize you need to go earlier. You must master a lot of knowledge, or you will easily be at a disadvantage and be deceived. Once you reach the Spirit Core stage, find a world with a different time flow rate from the Greater World and train hard."

"Go to the Lesser World?"

Yang Qifeng muttered. The Lesser World was not as good as he imagined. The laws of the Lesser World were incomplete, and the spiritual energy was thin.

Many Lesser Worlds did not even have the power of immortals, and there were limits to strength. Once a certain level was reached, further progress was impossible.

To put it simply, the world Yang Qifeng was in was the Immortal World, while the Lesser World was the mortal world.

The two could not be compared.

"I am sending you there not to increase your strength."

Yang Qifeng understood this. He was not a genius. In the dangerous mythological world, he had learned everything in just a hundred years.

The growth of wisdom and the accumulation of knowledge required time.

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