110: Chapter 110 Zhao Heng...

As soon as these words were spoken.

Four pairs of eyes fell simultaneously upon Wu Li.

The Azure-Horned Deer King looked Wu Li up and down, a flash of surprise appearing in his eyes, his voice indifferent.

"If this old bear hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed. Peak Tier 2?"

"No, that's not right... Your aura is even more profound than that of a Peak Tier 2."

The Rift-Wind Wolf King's pupils constricted sharply, and the Green-Scaled Python hissed as she flicked her tongue, a flicker of wariness flashing in her slender eyes.

Wu Li squatted on the bluestone, his blood-red pupils meeting the gazes of the four great kings; he did not deny it.

"I can be a little stronger than a Peak Tier 2."

Wu Li did not hide it either; there was nothing to hide. As long as Wu Li made a move, his aura would be revealed and directly discovered.

Furthermore, cultivation level was not something worth hiding at this stage; what truly mattered were combat strength and trump cards.

"Have you touched the threshold of Tier 3?"

The Azure-Horned Deer King asked in a slightly excited tone.

"More or less."

Wu Li responded.

"Little brother, you have hidden yourself truly deeply." The Rift-Wind Wolf King's voice was hoarse, a flash of envy in his eyes.

Wu Li squatted on the bluestone.

"Luck, just luck."

The Rift-Wind Wolf King chuckled, not saying anything more.

At this moment.

The Iron-Backed Bear King stood up, patted his belly, and said in a simple, honest voice: "Let's go, let's go. Let's head back and prepare first."

"Safe travels, everyone."

Wu Li followed to see them off.

The four great kings turned and walked out of the Limestone Cave.

Outside the Stone Forest.

The moonlight was like water.

The four great kings walked out of the Stone Forest, with the Rift-Wind Wolf King in the lead, followed closely by the Azure-Horned Deer King.

After walking a few steps, the Rift-Wind Wolf King turned his head to look at the Azure-Horned Deer King, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned as he revealed a teasing smile: "Old Deer, you've been left behind. The number one Yao of our Taiyue Mountain's outer perimeter might be changing hands."

The Azure-Horned Deer King glanced indifferently at the Rift-Wind Wolf King and said nothing.

The Iron-Backed Bear King spoke in a muffled voice.

"Stop saying these useless things. If you want to fight for this so-called title of number one Yao, then raise your own cultivation level."

The Rift-Wind Wolf King's smile stiffened, and he did not respond further.

...

Meanwhile.

Inside a dilapidated tile-roofed house in Long City, candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the wall that grew and shrank.

A young man dressed in black brocade robes stood before the window. He had delicate features, but there was a hint of sinister malice between his brows. In his hands, he held a palm-sized water mirror, its surface rippling with water, vaguely showing a blurred figure.

"Elder Li, the news about the Secret Realm has now been completely released by me."

The youth in black lowered his voice, but his tone carried a hint of irrepressible smugness.

"The Sects near Long City have all received the news and will definitely compete for it. Moreover, it looks like the Xuanyi Sect is even more unwilling to give up and wants to use grand measures to seize it."

The other side of the water mirror was silent for a moment, then a sharp voice emerged, carrying a hint of approval: "Zhao Heng, you have done well."

"I did not misjudge you."

"If you can heavily damage these immortal Sects this time, I will certainly reward you after we return to the cult."

Zhao Heng hurriedly lowered his head, his posture humble to the extreme, his voice respectful: "Thank you, Elder Li."

"I am doing this to serve the cult. If it weren't for Elder Li's rescue back then, I, Zhao Heng, would have long since died at the hands of that Huo Xuan."

The voice from the other side of the water mirror rang out again, hoarse and deep: "Alright, that Huo Xuan has already died at the hands of the Yao Race, so your revenge can be considered avenged."

"But the Xuanyi Sect still exists, and the Heavenly Sword Sect still exists. Those so-called righteous Sects, not one of them will escape. This Secret Realm affair is only the first step. You continue to keep watch; if there is any news, report it at any time."

"Yes!"

Zhao Heng responded respectfully.

The other side of the water mirror was silent for a moment, and Elder Li's voice rang out again.

"Also, regarding the Yao Race, do not let them be idle either. Try your best to make a big scene; it would be best if the Yao Race also gets involved."

A sharp light flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned as he revealed a sinister smile.

"Rest assured, Elder Li. I have already clearly investigated Taiyue Mountain. There are four Tier 2 Yao Kings in the outer perimeter, and their strength cannot be underestimated. The Human Race and the Yao Race are inherently incompatible like fire and water. This time, the commotion will certainly not be small; even without instigation, they will fight among themselves."

Elder Li gave an "En," his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction.

"It would be best to let them fight like dogs, both sides suffering."

"By then, whether it is the Human Race or the Yao Race, neither will have the strength to attend to the Secret Realm."

"Rest assured, Elder. I have long had a strategy for this."

Zhao Heng nodded, walked to the table, unfolded a map, and pointed to the location of Taiyue Mountain: "Elder Li, please look. The entrance to the Secret Realm is at the Mass Grave, right next to Taiyue Mountain."

"If the human Sects want to enter the Secret Realm, they must pass through the outer perimeter of Taiyue Mountain. And the outer perimeter of Taiyue Mountain is the territory of those four Yao Kings; they will absolutely not tolerate human Cultivators swaggering in and out right under their noses."

"When the time comes, we only need to send people to strike secretly, kill a few human Cultivators, and shift the blame to the Yao Race."

"Then kill a few Yao, and shift the blame to the Human Race."

"The two sides are already like fire and water; a single spark could ignite them. Once they start fighting, it will be a fight to the death."

"Good."

"Handle this matter yourself. Remember, do not leave any traces."

Zhao Heng hurriedly nodded: "Rest assured, Elder Li. Your subordinate understands."

"Go."

After these words were spoken.

The ripples on the water mirror gradually subsided, and the surface returned to calm.

Zhao Heng put away the water mirror, a flash of coldness in his eyes.

"Hmph!"

"Fight, the more intense the fight, the better."

"Whatever immortal Sects or demonic cults, or that damned Yao Race, they will all be food on my path of cultivation."

Zhao Heng clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, the cold sneer at the corners of his mouth deepening.

He turned around, walked to the dilapidated wooden bed, lifted the bed board, and took out a roll of yellowed animal skin from a hidden compartment.

The animal skin was covered in twisted blood-red runes, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.

This was the Demonic Path Legacy he had accidentally discovered in an abandoned Immortal Cave at the bottom of the dark river when he was being hunted by Huo Xuan in Wanhui Mountain and fell into it.

Heavenly Demon Soul-Devouring Technique.

It uses the devouring of others' cultivation to improve oneself.

The cultivation, Spiritual Root, Bloodline, and even the soul of the devoured will all turn into pure spiritual power, feeding back into the devourer.

There are no Bottlenecks, no shackles; as long as one devours enough Cultivators, one can improve infinitely.

Zhao Heng unfolded the animal skin, looking at the twisted blood-red runes on it, his eyes filled with greed.

He had cultivated in the Yunshan Sect for many years, working hard, yet he was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

But after obtaining this Legacy, in just a few short months, he had already achieved a Breakthrough to the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment.

The struggle for the Secret Realm, where heroes gather.

Human Cultivators and Yao Race Yao Beasts will inevitably fight fiercely for the treasures in the Secret Realm.

The more people who die, the greater his opportunity.

In the chaotic battle, he only needs to hide in the shadows and secretly devour those injured or isolated Cultivators to quickly accumulate spiritual power.

The more people who die, the fuller he will eat.

Once the Human Race and the Yao Race are both heavily injured, he will be able to reap the benefits like the fisherman, sweeping up all the treasures in the Secret Realm.

"Hehe..."

Zhao Heng put away the animal skin, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned as he revealed a ferocious smile, his eyes filled with ambition.