Witch, please have some self-respect!

"The printing of scriptures is protected by a guardian beast. After defeating the guardian beast, you can enter the arena."

If you defend the arena for a day and no one can defeat you, you will receive the jade pendant that carries the legacy of the scriptures, so there is no danger.

Shen Yun stared at the jade pendant, which resembled a small sun, his eyes gleaming.

"The arena has been set up?"

His voice carried a hint of confusion and a hint of wariness.

"What is the purpose of this demigod's ruins? Is it truly for the sake of inheritance?"

The Third Elder did not answer.

She simply put away the light screen, picked up the jade slip again, lowered her head, and continued reading.

His cold face was expressionless, as if Shen Yun had asked a question that wasn't worth answering.

Shen Yun said no more and turned to walk out of the palace.

On his way to the ruins of the demigod, his mind was filled with many thoughts.

A rainbow streaked through the twilight, leaving the vast mountains behind; the wind howled in my ears, making my robes flutter loudly.

He looked down and saw that the Jinyan Mountains, a land that had once been ravaged, were gradually regaining their vitality.

After the dragon vein was restored, the withered spiritual plants sprouted again, the dried-up spiritual springs gushed water again, and the land petrified by heavenly punishment slowly peeled away its gray-white stone shell under the erosion of the essence, revealing the fresh soil underneath.

But Shen Yun's mind wasn't on the scenery.

As far as he knew, the demigods in the demigod ruins were killed by the invaders.

Those invaders were the ancestors of the various forces in the Azure Fiend Secret Realm. The human race, the demon race, and the celestial race joined forces to besiege and kill that innate god. It took the combined efforts of ten demigods.

Was he really that good before he died?

Is this how you hand over your heritage to the descendants of these outsiders?

Shen Yun didn't believe it.

Putting himself in that position, if he were that demigod, he would never be so great.

He will hate, he will be angry, he will curse the invaders before he dies, he will seal the inheritance in a place that only his descendants can open, and he will even set traps to ensure that all those who covet the inheritance die without a burial place.

How can they so brazenly pass on their legacy to the descendants of the invaders?

That's not a demigod, that's a saint.

He knew that he wasn't the only one who thought this way; many others thought the same.

Which of the powerful figures from all sides, and the geniuses from beyond the realm, isn't a shrewd and cunning individual?

They could tell that the ruins were strange, they could smell the scent of conspiracy, and they could sense the resentment and unwillingness of the demigod before his death.

But people still couldn't resist rushing inside.

The allure of the Battle Codex was simply too great.

Shen Yun clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

Having cultivated the Battle Codex, one can have a place even in the vast and boundless main world.

The ultimate battle technique, which amplifies tenfold, can elevate an ordinary cultivator to a prodigy, a prodigy to a peerless master, and a peerless master to invincible among their generation.

It represents perfection.

Having the Battle Codex grants one the qualification to compete for the top and most outstanding talents, which will bring immeasurable benefits to future cultivation.

Moreover, when the secret realms are elevated and the heavens are revealed in the future, those who possess the battle manuals comprehended by the previous generation's chosen ones may gain an advantage.

So even knowing there might be a trap, and even knowing that the demigod might not have good intentions, everyone still rushed in.

Including Shen Yun himself.

As he pondered, he approached the demigod's ruins that were suspended in mid-air.

The ruins resembled a giant, pale golden sphere of light, suspended above the clouds, radiating a soft yet vast glow.

Below it, the land within a radius of a hundred miles was designated as a martial arts-restricted zone by a joint effort of powerful experts at the Hunyuan Realm from various factions.

Anyone who uses their qi, blood, or magical power to attack others within this area will be punished by all.

The Celestial Clan, the Demon Clan, the Holy Sect, the Purple Cloud Sect, and the Immortal Path from Beyond the Borders—each of these forces has dispatched at least two experts at the Primordial Chaos Realm to oversee various locations within the Forbidden Martial Zone.

Some sat cross-legged in the void, closing their eyes to rest; some stood with their hands behind their backs on the mountaintop, looking down coldly; some transformed into a streak of light, patrolling the border.

Their divine thoughts intertwined to form an invisible net that enveloped the entire area. Any scoundrel who dared to make a move would be instantly locked onto by that net, followed by devastating suppression.

Because of this protection, a bustling market town has formed in the area below the demigod's ruins.

The monks' construction skills are extremely strong.

In just a few days, pavilions and towers rose from the ground, their flying eaves and brackets piercing the clouds.

Some are built against the mountain, some stand suspended in mid-air, and some are based on talismans and covered with spiritual light, turning a desolate mountain wilderness into a city that never sleeps.

The lamps shone like daylight, illuminating the night sky.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, arguing, and laughter mingled together, creating a noisy and bustling scene of prosperity.

The scenery was in no way inferior to that of the holy city.

Because many of the buildings were moved directly from the holy city.

The palaces of Cangming Immortal Palace, the pavilions of Zuixian Palace, and the shops of Leihuang Immortal Palace—all these forces have relocated their entire businesses here.

Once the demigod ruins are over, the Golden Rock Mountains may become the center where all forces of the Azure Fiend Secret Realm gather.

Shen Yun did not linger.

He had seen it several times before, looking down from the air, his gaze sweeping over the brightly lit palaces and pavilions before disappearing into the ruins of the demigods.

A flower in front of you.

Passing through that pale golden membrane, the land of the Crimson Sky Domain unfolded beneath my feet.

The mountains rise and fall, the rivers meander, the dense forests stretch like a sea, and a pale golden sky covers everything.

The place felt even more deserted at that moment.

In the past, the mountains and forests were filled with the rainbow light of cultivators flying, the roars of savage beasts, and the thunderous sounds of great seals colliding.

Now, only the silhouettes of wild beasts roam, drinking in the valleys, roaring on the mountaintops, and traversing the dense forests.

The traces of the man have almost disappeared.

Shen Yun hovered a thousand meters in the air, gazing into the distance.

The Crimson Sky Domain spans hundreds of miles, with continuous mountains and crisscrossing ravines.

His eyesight was astonishing; he could see the patterns on the surface of the moon and the veins of a leaf ten miles away.

At this moment, he looked towards the center of the Crimson Sky Domain, and hundreds of miles away, at the edge of the sky, there was a small black dot.

The black dot hovered between heaven and earth; it was small, yet exceptionally conspicuous.

It doesn't emit light, but it occasionally bursts out with a dazzling light—crimson, golden, purple-gold, or dark red.

Various colored lights exploded from that black dot, like fireworks and lightning, leaving brief streaks across the pale golden sky.

That's a fighting ring.

Shen Yun was resolute.

All the arenas in the Eight Domains appeared in the central area, without exception.

The arena of the Xuanhuang Domain is located in the center of the Xuanhuang Domain, the arena of the Tianfeng Domain is located in the center of the Tianfeng Domain, and naturally, the arena of the Chixiao Domain is also located in the center of the Chixiao Domain.

The arena in the Crimson Sky Domain had just appeared, but Shen Yun wasn't in a hurry.

It transformed into a crimson rainbow, sweeping across the edge of the sky.

Instead of rushing to the arena, he first traversed most of the mountainous and dense forest area.

After confirming that no one was following him and that his divine sense swept across a radius of dozens of miles without finding a single prying gaze, he finally found a secluded place to land.

It was a deep canyon hidden by dense forest, with steep cliffs on both sides and an underground river rushing through the valley floor, its waters roaring.

The aura of the savage beasts around was so thin that it was almost imperceptible. Only a few old trees grew crookedly in the cracks of the rocks, their roots exposed and twisted like snakes.

Shen Yun landed on a boulder covered in moss and wiped his face with his hand.

The power of the deceitful face surged, and the face began to distort, recombine, and change.

The silver strands at his temples have faded, and his once ordinary face has become angular and defined. His sword-like eyebrows slant upwards into his temples, his nose is high and straight, and the corners of his mouth are slightly downturned, giving him an air of domineering authority without anger.

The greyish-white Taoist robe was stored in the storage ring, while the jet-black battle armor flew out of the void bag.

The armor plates automatically adhered to the body, and the golden crow with outstretched wings on the shoulder armor was lifelike, with two dark red gems embedded in its eyes, shining brightly in the dark valley.

With a dark gold beast belt around his waist and a pair of black dragon scale war boots on his feet, he transformed from a gentle and refined talisman master into a murderous ancient god of war.

Flame Demon King.

Shen Yun flexed his fingers, his knuckles cracking as he felt the intense and violent true intent emanating from the Deceitful Mask.

This time, he did not use the previously simulated Crimson Flame True Meaning. Instead, he used the shattered True Meaning he had extracted from the stone golem that day as a base and completely replaced the True Meaning simulated by the Deceptive Mask with a giant demonic phantom bathed in demonic flames.

The phantom was faintly visible behind him, its body dark red, the magma like blood, exuding a primal and violent aura.

He clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him, and a chilling smile appeared on his lips.

When he puts on the mask, he becomes the Flame Demon King.

Without the mask, he is Fu Chu, Shen Yun, the Heaven and Earth Talisman Master who cautiously hides in the Holy Sect and never stands out.

If you can still develop steadily while wearing a mask, then what's the point of wearing it?

He rose from the ground, and crimson rainbow light tore through the darkness of the valley, shooting straight into the sky.

He landed in an area of ​​the Crimson Sky Domain near the border of the Vajra Domain.

Standing in the Crimson Sky Domain, one can also see the Vajra Domain. Through that invisible barrier of energy, hundreds of miles away in the sky, there is also a small black dot floating in the air—that is the arena of the Vajra Domain.

The small black dot remained still, without any bursts of brilliance or flashes of light, and did not appear to be intense.

The prodigy of the Vajra Domain is Youmingzi, whose methods are unpredictable and ruthless. It is said that no one has been able to withstand a hundred moves from him so far, making him the absolute overlord of the domain.

Shen Yun's gaze lingered on the black dot for a moment, silently considering future directions for cross-domain exploration.

The Crimson Sky Domain is surrounded by two neighboring domains: the Profound Yellow Domain and the Undying Domain.

The Xuanhuang Domain has the inheritance of the Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal, and the Immortal Domain has the inheritance of the Immortal Vajra Seal.

If he can obtain cross-domain qualifications in the future, both of these domains will be his first choice.

Shen Yun withdrew his gaze and turned to head towards the arena in the center of the Crimson Sky Domain.

He was determined to succeed in the first printing of Buddhist scriptures.

With the inheritance of the printed scriptures, the sea of ​​blood will surely be calmed again, the fifth heavenly palace will be a certainty, and the progress on the sixth heavenly palace may even be more than halfway done, saving several years of arduous cultivation.

Several years is but a fleeting moment for an ordinary Heavenly Palace Realm cultivator, but for Shen Yun it is far too long.

He can't wait.

A crimson rainbow tore through the pale gold sky at an astonishing speed.

The land below receded rapidly in the field of vision, with mountains, rivers, dense forests, and wild beasts all being left behind.

As he flew over a mountain peak, several figures sat cross-legged on the peak, watching the commotion at the distant arena.

Someone looked up and saw the rainbow light; their pupils contracted and their expression changed drastically.

"Flame Demon King!"

"He did come."

"I knew it. Once the scriptures are printed, this god of death will definitely not be able to sit still."

Whispers rose from the mountaintop; some gripped their weapons tightly, while others instinctively took a half-step back.

The name of the Flame Demon King has spread throughout the Crimson Sky Domain.

He single-handedly took over the teachings of dozens of disciples and snatched the Jade Pendant from the siege of Shen Yao, Qi Qi, and the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon.

One punch shattered the true disciple of the demon race, one seal suppressed the Netherworld Ghost General—any one of these achievements would be enough to terrify anyone.

Shen Yun ignored those gazes and did not slow down.

A streak of rainbow light swept across the mountaintop, leaving only a scorching trail in the air, distorting and warping the spiritual mist atop the mountain.

At the edge of a dense forest below, Xuan Haotian stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the crimson rainbow that pierced the sky, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

His dark brocade robe fluttered in the wind, his expression was calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, carrying an indescribable meaning.

"I thought that after so many days, the arrogant Flame Demon King had been killed by those Primordial Chaos Realm experts who were blocking the gate."

His voice wasn't loud; only a few disciples of the Holy Sect around him could hear it.

The disciples turned pale and hurriedly tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Senior Brother, be careful what you say! The Flame Demon King is ruthless; what if he hears us..."

Xuan Haotian snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve to shake off the disciple's hand, but his gaze followed the rainbow light until it disappeared at the horizon.

The printing of the scriptures was so quick that it was immediately released, which was truly disappointing.

Shen Yun did not hear Xuan Haotian's words.

If he had known, he would have stopped and then mercilessly hung him up and beat him.

He flew too fast, and he wasn't a god; his divine sense couldn't capture the whispers on the mountaintops, in the dense forests, and in the valleys.

His eyes were fixed on the ever-growing black dot in the distance, and the strange light rising from the arena.

The central arena grew larger and larger in his eyes.

From the size of a sesame seed to the size of a fist, and then to covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The arena was suspended in mid-air, made entirely of gray-white boulders, the surface of which was covered with dense ancient runes.

The runes shimmered with a pale golden light, enveloping the entire arena in a hazy glow.

The arena spans two to three kilometers in circumference, as spacious as a small town.

There were no railings or walls around it, only an invisible light curtain hanging down from the sky, isolating the arena from the outside world.

On the screen of light, runes flowed and flickered, emanating a chilling aura.

Below the arena, a huge savage beast lay prostrate on the ground.

The savage beast resembled a crimson dragon, its body tens of feet long, covered entirely in dark red scales. Each scale was like solidified lava, shimmering with a dark red light.

Its head resembled a dragon, with two curved red horns, the tips of which were sharp as spears and radiated a scorching heat.

Its limbs are as thick as pillars, and its sharp claws are deeply embedded in the ground, carving deep grooves into the hard rocks.

On its back, a row of sharp bone spurs extends from its neck to the tip of its tail, with crimson flames flowing between them, leaping and crackling.

The guardian beast.