Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

A thought crossed Yi Chen's mind, and once again, he slowly began to absorb the flames inside the Earth Core Furnace.

Two and a half days flashed by in the blink of an eye.

With his Cultivation Body fully restored, Yi Chen, with a dark expression, walked out of the Demon Soldier Workshop.

Damn it, half a day left and the Demon Soldier Workshop refused to refund—the order in such a place really was collapsing, brazenly scamming money even from Yi Chengzi.

Strolling through Youcheng, Yi Chen's eyes widened yet again, as he gleaned a deeper understanding of the cultural environment in the Demon Realm while looking at the dim eyes of the demonkin slaves.

Yi Chen even saw a powerful green-headed demonkin selling a delicacy called "March Squeal."

According to the demonkin, "March Squeal" involved eviscerating the young of the Red-Scaled Serpent Demon, taking out their gallbladders to mix with alcohol.

As they were cut open due to excruciating pain, the feeble serpent demon writhed and let out squeaking sounds, creating a stark contrast with the demon's cruelly delighted smile.

He even casually demonstrated how to drink this "March Squeal."

Seeing this spectacle, Yi Chen could hardly keep it together.

This was just too civilized.

A young and lavishly dressed rabbit-headed demonkin seemed unable to bear it as well, saying, "We're both from the snake tribes, it's cannibalism to eat each other, don't you think you're going too far, old brother?"

"Yo, it's a peer from the Wind Pursuing Rabbit Tribe, but you're too young, my dear."

"The vermin I kill are merely lowly creatures of the Red Blood Demon Race, while I am of the noble Green Blood Demon Race, belonging to the same azure bloodline as your Wind Pursuing Rabbit Tribe."

"We are the ones who are akin, how are we the same as these abject beings? If we consider them our kin, would it not shame our ancestors?"

With smug triumph, the green-headed demonkin once again dissected a cup of March Squeal and downed it in one gulp, and then began to loudly tout its miraculous effects to other demonkin.

"My dear friends, listen to me, this March Squeal, when coupled with fine wine and consumed regularly, is indeed beneficial for demonkin practicing pupil-based spells."

"Today, Old Green here has limited stock, so if you want some, better hurry up."

Yi Chen: "..." 666

Such culinary delights did not pique the interest of the Great Qin State Master; his feelings about it were akin to the indifference displayed in "subway, old man, mobile phone.jpg."

After dealing with a round of questioning from the demonkin guards, Yi Chen settled down in an inn.

The day's events had given him a small shock from the Demon Realm, and he pondered the opportunities within it, how he might stir up chaos in the Demon Realm.

"What dog-shit bloodline nobles, what's wrong with the red bloodlines? My Shen Hong bloodline is the most noble."

In the dead of night, Yi Chen awaited an opportune moment.

According to what he had gathered, it was rumored that the Gohong Highlands had been surrounded by the Demon Legion for several days now, everyone entering and leaving was subject to inspection.

He didn't believe this state of affairs could last for long.

...

...

In the starry night.

With the purple moon overhead.

Outside Gohong Highlands, a rhino-headed Demon Marshal was holding a stack of intelligence in his hands, deep in thought.

In his hands was a list—intelligence sent back in recent days from agents that Western Extreme Demon Country and Beiji Demon Nation had planted in Gohong Highlands.

Circle after circle was drawn by the Demon Marshal, and every name he marked was a target requiring special attention and suspicion.

Soon, when it came to the portrait of a four-armed half-blood demonkin, he began to contemplate once again.

"Jia Loulan, origin unknown, cultivation unknown, he had raided the Blue Flame Sheep Tribe's caravan three days ago, killing the caravan's mastermind. Before entering Youcheng, he sold all the demonkin and goods from the caravan to the Beiji Demon Nation's Demon Phoenix caravan. Afterwards, he entered Youcheng..."

On the intelligence report, the actions of Yi Chen in recent days were clearly outlined.

Gohong Highlands, as a lawless region, was not under the direct control of the great Demon Nations, but it was inevitable that they'd meddle.

"According to His Majesty's words, the cultivator from the Human Realm who killed the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal is a Taoist."

"This Jia Loulan, who knows from where in our Demon Realm this hero has emerged. The Blue Flame Sheep Tribe's caravan really hit bad luck. Niu Touren, that fool, to list such a hero as a suspicious character—is he filled with cow dung in his head?"

A thought crossed his mind, and a cross spontaneously appeared above the portrait of Yi Chen.

At this moment.

Atop the four great white towers in the Demon Realm, four powerful figures had already taken their positions.

After the demise of the four Blood Descendants, the ultimate contingency of the Four Pole Firmament Great Array was finally ready to be activated.

This time, wielding the power of the Supreme Magic Artifact, they would pinpoint the location of the Human Realm, truly opening a passage and reigning supreme over the Human Realm.

As long as no one could withstand the four great Demon Lords, they would permanently solidify the spatial passageway, endlessly sending the Demon Army through.