Witch, please have some self-respect!

Even through the light barrier, Shen Yun could clearly sense the intense aura of death emanating from You Mingzi.

It's not the bloodshed that follows slaughter, but the innate, abyss-like chill.

His true intention was far superior to that of the Netherworld Ghost Generals Shen Yun had encountered before.

Youmingzi looked at him for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the faint rays of light in the distant sky.

The lights came from different directions; some were as red as flames, some as deep purple as lightning, some as dark red as a sea of ​​blood, and some as silvery white as moonlight.

Each ray of light represents a prodigy who has crossed over from another realm, and each ray of light is bound by a different number of shackles.

Youmingzi withdrew his gaze, turned around, and disappeared into the gray mist.

He did not step into the ring.

Shen Yun looked in the direction where the gray mist dissipated, and his heart stirred slightly.

Youmingzi is very strong, strong enough that he has enough confidence to cross realms to come.

However, he was not confident of defeating him in a short time, especially since he was in high spirits after his battle with Hao Yan.

His goal was not to fight head-on, but to collect more seal techniques and methods to improve his strength.

He left, but it wasn't an abandonment; whether he'll come back is hard to say.

Shen Yun withdrew his gaze and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

Time passed in silence.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

Outside the arena's light screen, figures streaked across the sky one after another.

The auras of those people were all incredibly powerful, so powerful that the native cultivators of the Crimson Sky Domain didn't even dare to breathe.

They come from different domains.

The first person, whose entire body was bound by two crimson shackles, broke through the air from the direction of the Great Sun Domain.

He was a young man whose entire body radiated golden light, and his face was cold and stern.

Above his head, a huge phantom of a thunder phoenix appeared and disappeared in the clouds, each flap of its wings causing the essence of heaven and earth to surge like a tide.

Thunder Sparrow Little God King.

He swept across the Great Sun Domain, unstoppable by anyone.

He arrived from across two domains, bound by two shackles, which meant that he had crossed two domains and his strength was suppressed by 40%.

But his aura remained astonishing, like a demonic sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.

He landed on the mountaintop outside the arena, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Shen Yun in the center of the arena.

A hint of fighting spirit, and a scrutinizing gaze, flashed in his purplish-gold pupils.

He looked at it for a moment, and a demon sent him a lot of information. Then he grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"That's interesting."

He only said those three words before turning and leaving.

His figure transformed into a streak of purple lightning, hurtling towards the neighboring region.

He didn't come to challenge; he came to "watch."

Let's see who will win the seal of the Crimson Sky Domain, and see just how strong that person known as the Flame Demon King really is.

After reading it, he left.

Because his goal was not Shen Yun, but more about the skills, methods, and scriptures of seal carving.

What he wants is to quickly improve his strength, not a battle of egos.

The second person broke through the void from the direction of the Undying Domain.

She was enveloped in a deep blue mist, her black hair cascading down her back, her face exquisitely beautiful, and her long, deep blue dress fluttering gently in the strong wind.

She was also bound by two shackles, but those shackles seemed to be merely decorations to her, and did not suppress her aura in any way.

The Goddess of the Azure Face.

Beneath her feet, a river formed from the essence of pure water flowed behind her, its waters crystal clear and shimmering with a faint spiritual light.

Her gaze fell on the arena, on Shen Yun, and lingered for a moment.

In those deep blue eyes, there was no fighting spirit, no hostility, only curiosity.

She glanced at Shen Yun, then looked away and turned to leave.

Her destination was the Xuanhuang Domain, where she could find the seal technique she needed.

The person carrying the most shackles broke through the air from the direction of the Xuanhuang Domain.

She was enveloped in a pale golden light, and golden lotuses bloomed beneath her feet with each step she took.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her demeanor was otherworldly, like a celestial maiden descended from the heavens.

She was bound by four shackles, but this did not affect her composure in the slightest.

Golden Lotus Celestial Maiden.

She didn't stop, but simply swept past the edge of the ring.

The pale golden light left a faint trail in the sky before disappearing into the distance.

In the last half hour, Shi Shenzi broke through the sky from the direction of Xuanhuang Domain.

Three crimson shackles, thick as pythons, were wrapped around his body, their runes swirling around him and emanating a terrifying aura that suppressed the heavens and earth.

Spanning three domains, their strength was suppressed by 60%.

His greyish-white stone skin gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the twilight. He was extremely tall, over ten feet, like a stone statue that had walked out of ancient times.

Above his head, a huge vertical pupil slowly opened, with chaotic light surging within it, and lightning, flames, ice, and storms flowing alternately.

His gaze pierced through the arena's light screen and landed on Shen Yun, like two invisible swords that pierced the air and caused it to distort slightly.

Shen Yun opened her eyes and met his gaze.

The two stared at each other for a moment through the light barrier.

Shi Shenzi shifted his gaze from Shen Yun to Shen Yao, who was standing at the edge of the arena.

Shen Yao was dressed in white, her face was pale, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

She shook her head slightly at the stone god, her lips moving slightly.

Ishigami frowned slightly.

He remained silent for a moment, then turned and left.

His steps were heavy, each step causing the rocks to crack and leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

He didn't step into the ring, or even get close to it.

He simply stood at a distance, glanced at Shen Yun, and then left.

Having crossed three realms, his strength is now only 40% of what it once was.

In this ruin where rules suppress everything, he, with only 40% of his strength, was no match for the Flame Demon King.

Shen Yun watched the tall, grey figure disappear into the twilight, a slight stirring in his heart.

Shi Shenzi is very strong, so strong that even though he was suppressed by 60%, his aura still seemed no weaker than Qi Qi's.

These are the rules for relics.

The more cross-domain the suppression, the more severe it becomes, and no one is exempt.

As dusk deepened, the runes on the arena grew brighter and brighter.

Shen Yun sat cross-legged in the center of the arena, as if in deep meditation, oblivious to everything around him.

But in his heart, he was rapidly calculating his next steps.

None of those prodigies who came from other regions stepped onto the arena.

They came from another domain to collect the seal techniques, seal skills, and seal scriptures from other domains, attempting to combine the eight seals into one and deduce the legendary battle manual.

While the printed scriptures of the Crimson Sky Domain are indeed precious, the rules of the ruins remain. It is not worthwhile to expend a lot of trump cards and fight the Flame Demon King to the death for just one printed scripture.

They had a better option: to collect more seals first.

Everyone was racing against time, and time flowed by in silence.

Suddenly, Shen Yun opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the light screen and looking into the distance.

At the edge of the sky, a wisp of gray-black mist was slowly drifting in.

The mist moved slowly and steadily, yet it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Amidst the mist, a shadowy figure could be vaguely seen, surrounded by eight different colored lights.

Eight colors intertwine, like a miniature rainbow.

Youmingzi has returned.

Shen Yun's pupils contracted slightly.

He sensed that the source of the eight-colored light on Youmingzi's body was not a single hand seal, but eight different ones.

Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal, Purple Extreme Thunder Emperor Seal, Azure Wood Longevity Seal, Indestructible Vajra Seal, Mysterious Yellow Mountain Suppressing Seal, Great Sun Golden Crow Seal, Heavenly Wind Nine Transformations Seal, Taiyin Dark Moon Seal.

He has collected all eight seals, but some are strong and some are weak, and most of them are just seal techniques.

Although they are of varying quality, the mere fact that all eight seals have been collected is enough to terrify anyone.

Because under the rules of the ruins, he can multiply the power of eight different hand seals in battle.

Shen Yun stood up, and the runes on his black battle armor suddenly lit up.

Within his body, the Purple Thunder Emperor Seal Technique and the Azure Wood Longevity Seal Technique surged within the sea of ​​blood, resonating with the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal Technique.

Three forces intertwined in the sea of ​​blood, vaguely merging into an even more powerful entity.

He doesn't have eight seals, but he has three seals combined, which is at least seal skill.

However, the weary traveler, Youmingzi, ultimately stopped outside the arena.

He stood before the light screen, where dark gray mist swirled, and a pale, bloodless face was vaguely visible.

Those deep blue eyes pierced through the mist, landing on Shen Yun, on the crimson-gold jade pendant above the arena, and on his own shadow.

He was calculating.

There was only a quarter of an hour left in the ring.

If he were to step onto the arena, he would first need to challenge the guardian beasts, which would take at least several dozen breaths.

Then he stepped onto the arena to face off against Shen Yun.

Can he defeat Shen Yun in a quarter of an hour?

Youmingzi fell silent. He had only grasped the Eight Seals in a preliminary stage; it was clearly impossible.

Shen Yun stood there, crimson-gold flames surging around him, and the phantom of the Flame Demon loomed behind him, its demonic flames reaching the heavens.

His gaze met those deep blue eyes, calm as still water, without provocation or retreat.

Two completely different auras intertwined, clashed, and probed in the air, but never truly collided.

After a moment, Youmingzi sighed.

The gray-black mist churned, and his figure slowly retreated.

Then, he turned around, and the gray mist swirled up and swept away into the distance.

Neither of them spoke, and he did not step onto the ring.

he's gone.

Shen Yun withdrew his gaze and watched the gray mist disappear into the horizon.

As the last breath passed, the arena's light screen suddenly lit up, more than ten times brighter than before.

Pale golden light poured down from the top of the light screen like a waterfall, enveloping the entire arena in a dazzling halo.

Within the light, runes flowed and flickered, emitting a deep hum, like the long tolling of an ancient bell, like the roar of a dragon echoing through the heavens.

Successfully defended the title.

Below the arena, the jade pendant that had been floating for an entire day finally moved.

It slowly descended, falling inch by inch from a height of several feet above the ground towards Shen Yun.

Its light gradually diminished as it descended, from dazzling to gentle, from glaring to warm, just as a sun retracts all its sharpness as it falls, leaving only the purest light and heat.

Shen Yun raised his hand, his fingertips touching the jade pendant.

In that instant, the jade pendant transformed into a streak of crimson-gold light and entered his brow.

The light, both hot and gentle, flowed straight into the meridians through the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, down the channel of surging qi and blood, through the dantian, through the blood sea barrier, and finally into the center of the blood sea.

Within the sea of ​​blood, the illusory Crimson Heavenly Palace trembled violently.

It was originally just a phantom formed by the rules of the ruins, solid as the real thing, but ultimately still an illusion.

At this moment, the stream of light transformed from the jade pendant of the sutra entered into it, and the heavenly palace suddenly expanded, growing from a height of about ten feet to several feet. The palace became more majestic, the pillars thicker, and the crimson flames on the roof more intense.

The runes on the wall lit up one after another, from blurry to clear, from dim to brilliant, like stars being ignited.

The foundation of the Heavenly Palace plunges into the depths of the Blood Sea, merging with the Crimson Cloud Platform among the nine Dao Platforms.

A beam of crimson-gold light shot out from the roof of the Heavenly Palace, piercing through the sea of ​​blood and soaring straight into the sky.

Within the pillar of light, countless runes flowed, revealing the Dao essence of the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal Scripture—truly a battle technique with a nine-fold amplification.

The Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal Scripture entered the body, and the Heavenly Palace was a blessing from the World of Ruins.

Shen Yun closed his eyes, his mind sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness. The ancient scroll slowly unfurled, and a new line of characters appeared.

【The Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal Scripture (Small Completion 1368/5000)】

Shen Yun looked at the line of writing and thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

Once the seal technique is advanced to the level of seal skill, there is no longer any way to receive the enlightenment from the demigod's legacy, and it directly reaches the Great Perfection.

The rules of relics, the gifts of demigods, ultimately have their limits.

A sudden enlightenment can allow one to instantly grasp the hand seals and the hand seal techniques, but it cannot allow one to instantly master the power of hand seals, let alone the printing of scriptures.

If you want to improve further, you can only rely on your own practice.

He studied each rune one by one, deduced each line of thought one by one, and polished each imprint one by one.

Time and effort are like a gentle, persistent process; they cannot be rushed or skipped.

The progress of over a thousand points he has made so far is all thanks to his cultivation over the past few days.

Through daily practice, daily reflection, and daily verification in battles with opponents, we have accumulated our achievements bit by bit, leading to today's success.

Printing scriptures covered printing practices; both originated from the same source and their essence remained the same, so the progress continued.

If they are two unrelated battle tactics, we'll probably have to start from scratch.

Shen Yun opened his eyes and stood up from the arena.

The runes on the dark armor gradually faded, and the phantom of the Flame Demon slowly dissipated.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the pale golden sky, and took a deep breath.

After obtaining the printed scriptures, one can travel across realms.

These are the rules for relics.

Between the eight regions, those invisible barriers of energy only work on those who have not printed the scriptures.

Not everyone can cross domains.

Obtaining the printed scriptures is equivalent to obtaining a pass, allowing one to travel freely between the eight regions.

However, cross-domain communication has a drawback: suppression.

He crossed a domain, suppressing 20% ​​of his strength, and a shackle from the domain he crossed manifested on his body.

Spanning two domains, suppressing 40%, two shackles.

Spanning three domains, suppressing 60% of the power, three shackles; spanning four domains, suppressing 80% of the power, four shackles.

The more domains one crosses, the harsher the suppression becomes; this is the restriction imposed on those who cross domains by the Relics.

Those who obtain the printing scripture first can cross domains to compete for printing techniques, printing methods, and even printing scriptures while the arena in other domains is still open.

But they also have to bear the cost of having their strength suppressed.

Moreover, there is another drawback.

Once you cross domains, you cannot exit the legacy at any time.

Within one's own domain, a single thought can allow one to escape the ruins and return to the outside world.

However, that ability will become ineffective after crossing domains.

You must return to the domain you were originally in in order to exit from there.