248: The Demon-Suppressing Tower was attacked.

A hint of admiration flashed in Purple Sandalwood's eyes as she praised him sincerely, "Master is far-sighted; your subordinate is filled with admiration!"

The Nine-Tailed Phantom waved a hand dismissively and changed the subject, "Has it been found out who killed Night Butterfly?"

Purple Sandalwood's face showed shame as she shook her head and said, "Reporting to Master, your subordinate is incompetent. I only found that a power named the Dao Seeking Sect suddenly rose within the borders of the Flame Continent, actually replacing the previous position of the Haotian Sect in a short period of time."

"It's unknown who Night Butterfly died to, but that stupid tiger likely died at the hands of that Dao Seeking Sect's Sect Master."

"Dao Seeking Sect?"

The phantom murmured this unfamiliar name in a low voice, then sighed nonchalantly, "Forget it, there's no need to concern ourselves with the matters of the Flame Continent anymore."

"They are merely a few ants in the Deity Transformation Realm; even if the Four Great Sects join forces, they won't be able to stir up any significant waves."

The Flame Continent was so barren that even the Yao Race was unwilling to lay a finger on it!

"Once the great war in the Rain God Continent begins, you will set off immediately to stand by within that Secret Realm in the Heavenly Tribulation Continent."

Purple Sandalwood rose respectfully and bowed, responding:

"Your subordinate obeys!"

...Inside the Demon Suppressing Tower, Ye Hao slowly opened his eyes. A brilliant golden light first flashed in his pupils before settling into a warm and steady glow.

He sat quietly on the ground, and with a light pinch of his fingertips, he could clearly sense the earth-shaking changes within his body.

The flow of spiritual power was no longer like a rushing stream; it seemed several times wider than when he was in the Golden Core Realm. It was as if the Meridians in his body had turned into surging rivers.

The most important point was that his cultivation base Foundation had shifted from the word 'condense' to 'transform'; the Golden Core was a condensed core of spiritual power, hidden in the Dantian like a solid pearl, requiring active stimulation to function.

The Nascent Soul itself is a combination of spiritual power and the Divine Soul; without needing deliberate stimulation, it can independently breathe in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. Its circulation speed is more than three times faster than in the Golden Core Stage, and the purity of the spiritual power has significantly improved, with Impurities being completely refined.

If he were to face that Nascent Soul Yao Race opponent from the Arena Stage again, Ye Hao was confident he could slay him with a single sword strike!

"Congratulations, Young Master Ye."

Zhao Jingchen, standing nearby, cupped his hands and smiled, "To be able to shatter the core and form the soul at such a young age, I am filled with the utmost admiration."

Zhao Jingchen estimated that he would still need two or three years of accumulation to reach the Nascent Soul stage himself.

Lin Xiuqin, who was beside them, glanced over without speaking. With a wave of her jade hand, she put the earth-rank magic treasure that masked their auras back into her storage ring.

Only then did Ye Hao stand up reluctantly, exchanging a few simple pleasantries.

For some reason, a strong urge to enter closed-door cultivation surged in his heart at this moment.

It was as if he wanted to make up for all the cultivation progress delayed by his previous Bottleneck, or rather... it felt like it had been quite some days since he last practiced through closed-door cultivation.

He missed it somewhat!

If Chen Xuan knew of this thought, he would surely show a gratified smile.

In terms of cultivation, Ye Hao was the one who caused the least worry, and naturally, he was also the one Mu Wanqing disliked the most.

To summarize their relationship in a single sentence: 'Why the hell are you being such a try-hard?'

"Senior Brother, how long have I been cultivating?" Ye Hao asked.

Li Pingan thought for a moment and held up two fingers, "About two hours! Alright, it's time for us to head out."

Just as he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

In the next moment, a brilliant technique suddenly smashed into the Demon Suppressing Tower. With a thunderous boom, the hard structure of the tower was forcibly broken open, leaving a large hole with rubble flying and dust filling the air.

Zhao Jingchen and the other were instantly alert, but they found there were no ripples of Spiritual Qi around; this technique seemed to appear out of air without any warning.

"This is..."

"It's the scene of when the Demon Suppressing Tower was attacked!"

The group peered outside the tower and saw more than ten Demon Race Cultivators floating in the air, clearly coming with ill intent.

A moment later, more than ten figures also flew out from within the Demon Suppressing Tower, each with a steady aura, confronting the Demon Race Cultivators from a distance. The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.

Inside the tower, the Cultivators responsible for guarding the Half-human, Half-demon beings all frowned, their eyes filled with confusion. They seemed puzzled as to why the protection Formation of the Demon Suppressing Tower, which was usually stable, had no reaction today.

Deep in the prison, the commoners who were already terrified huddled together even more. Some held their children tightly, while others covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound, their eyes filled with dread.

Yun Xuanxuan bit her lip, her expression resolute. A pair of pale green wings unfurled as she stood in front of the crowd, looking out at the scene beyond the large hole.

The gazes of Ye Hao and the others fell upon the Tower Master of the Demon Suppressing Tower. They saw the Tower Master standing in mid-air, talking with the leading Demon Race Cultivator. Their lips moved slightly, but it was unclear what they were negotiating.

Suddenly, the Tower Master's aura changed abruptly, his eyes turned sharp, and he struck without warning.

A punch as fast as lightning directly pierced through the chest of a fellow Cultivator beside him. Blood instantly sprayed from the gaps of his fist, splashing onto the Tower Master's robes. Before the hot blood could hit the ground, that Cultivator had already lost his life, his body slumping down limply.

This scene was too sudden, and everyone both inside and outside the tower froze in shock. No one expected that the Tower Master, who had always taken the protection of the Demon Suppressing Tower as his responsibility, would actually turn his murderous hand against his own people!

Just as everyone was still reeling from the shock, an Ancient Scroll appeared out of thin air. The surface of the scroll seemed to have phantoms of mountains and rivers flowing across it, emitting a faint spiritual light. As if drawn by an invisible force, it slowly drifted toward the Tower Master and finally landed steadily in his palm.

This series of consecutive changes left everyone present completely bewildered! Why would the Tower Master attack his own kind?

The dozen or so Demon Race Cultivators floating in the air saw this, and their lips all curled into knowing smiles. The leading demon waved a hand, and the rest instantly attacked the Demon Suppressing Tower.

In the next second, the sound of battle cries shook the heavens, and the great war erupted instantly!

Meanwhile, the Tower Master's figure blurred, and he swept back into the Demon Suppressing Tower like a ghost.

When Lin Xiuqin snapped her head around and saw the Tower Master of the Demon Suppressing Tower appearing beside her, her pupils shrank in terror. She instinctively took two steps back, her breathing hitching for a moment.

Even though she knew these were visions, the previous scene had been far too impactful.

Before Lin Xiuqin could steady her mind, the Tower Master waved his hand again, and a sharp burst of Qi shot through the air.

A Cultivator responsible for guarding the commoners didn't even have a chance to react before his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and the smell of blood instantly filled the air. The Tower Master ignored this, not even glancing at the blood mist as his figure moved again, sweeping toward the next Cultivator.

"Look!" Li Pingan was the first to notice something was wrong!

Everyone followed his gaze and saw that in the prison, the Slave Seals visible on those commoners suddenly flickered. Their originally vivid colors rapidly dimmed as if they had lost their effect.

Ye Hao watched this scene and then turned to look at the blood mist that had not yet dissipated. His pupils contracted as he realized in an instant:

"This Tower Master... seems to be killing those Cultivators who control the commoners' Slave Seals!"

Just as he finished speaking, several figures arrived at this floor, broke open the prison doors, and whispered something to the Half-human, Half-demon beings inside.

Those Half-human, Half-demon beings first shrank back warily, then cautiously walked out of the prison and scattered to escape.

Yun Xuanxuan stood in place, her expression somewhat dazed, clearly not having fully processed the changes before her.

But soon, she bit her lower lip and reached out to support a little boy with a spider's body beside her. The boy's eight thin legs were still trembling slightly, but she protected him steadily and quickly followed the crowd out of the prison.

When her figure passed through Ye Hao and the others, her footsteps suddenly paused, and she turned her head to take a glance.

Ye Hao and the others knew that she must have been looking at the Tower Master of the Demon Suppressing Tower back then.