Cultivating the demonic path, the highest achievement is the Supreme Heavenly Demon. Upon reaching this level, a Heavenly Demon Relic will be refined behind one’s head—a testament to indestructibility through countless tribulations. It is the ultimate crystallization of the supreme power of the demonic way.

Although I have now stepped onto the demonic path myself, I am merely a beginner. Despite my extraordinary talent and having already refined a Heavenly Demon Relic, there is still a long journey ahead before I can reach the ultimate pinnacle of the Supreme Demonic Way.

Obtaining these three Heavenly Demon Relics will allow my cultivation to advance to a higher level, saving me at least thirty thousand years of painstaking practice. For a single Heavenly Demon Relic, I would have to meditate in seclusion for at least ten thousand years.

Heavenly Demon Relics are refined by all beings who cultivate the demonic path to withstand tribulations. Once a Heavenly Demon Relic is formed, one can manifest a Heavenly Demon Incarnation. Unlike the main body, which is limited by the physical form, the Heavenly Demon Incarnation can unleash several times greater power. With the one I have refined myself, plus these three I have just obtained, I can manifest four external incarnations of the Heavenly Demon, and my power will be elevated by leaps and bounds. As long as I have fifty years, I can fully merge these three Heavenly Demon Relics and claim all their energy as my own.

However, I have no idea who the original owner of these items could be. To possess even one Heavenly Demon Relic is extraordinary, let alone three—what kind of earth-shattering abilities must they have had?

There is only one possibility for these Heavenly Demon Relics to appear here: the original owner must have abandoned their own cultivation and chosen a completely different path. But I cannot imagine who would have such courage. Judging by the quality and the overwhelming demonic energy contained within these three Heavenly Demon Relics, the original owner’s cultivation was not far from my own. At our level, we are already fearless—even the heavenly tribulation cannot do anything to us.

To give up tens of thousands of years of hard-earned cultivation—I could never do such a thing.

Besides, starting over is by no means a simple matter.

The fifth, and also the last, space contained items that were easy to recognize, even though I had never seen them before: ""Jade Palace Golden Canon"" and ""Heavenly Treasury Purple Anthology"". Judging by their names, these are two legendary celestial tomes.

Needless to say, after searching from top to bottom, I have already collected everything from the Golden Pillar of Jade Court. The sun and moon in my chest, the universe in my sleeve—this bit of magic I do possess.

I do not recognize the items from the top three levels, but the two Daoist books on the lowest level are clearly less precious than the Heavenly Demon Relics. If I deduce by order, the higher up, the more valuable the items. As for the items on the top three levels, I have no idea how to evaluate them.

The opening of the Golden Pillar of Jade Court lasted only a brief instant, but that instant was enough—enough for me to seize all the rare treasures and then leave at my leisure.

I had just left through the crack that split open in the middle of the Golden Pillar of Jade Court.

Bang!!!

With a thunderous crash, the Golden Pillar of Jade Court closed again, becoming once more a flawless pillar reaching to the heavens. After closing, not a trace of a crack remained on its surface, smooth as ever.

But to me, this great pillar had already lost all meaning, no longer able to attract my attention.

Cast aside like a worn-out shoe.

Huangjing Hall.

That should have been the cultivation place of the previous owner—the one with whom I once had a brief encounter, their living quarters.

As far as I know, this underground palace has had more than one owner, but I do not know exactly how many. However, I do recognize the most recent one, and there was enmity between us.

That matter was actually my fault, but not entirely my responsibility.

The only time we met, we fought fiercely. The seven of us besieged him, resulting in four deaths and three injuries. I fled in disgrace, wounded and coughing blood—needless to say. At that time, I was still weak and undiligent, so my strength was low. It was only after that lesson that I became determined to improve, shutting myself away for bitter cultivation. I am now very different from who I was then.

But he was by no means the strongest of those who had ever lived here. I know for a fact that he never touched the items in the Golden Pillar of Jade Court; otherwise, he would not have later suffered a relapse of his injuries, been ambushed by the remaining two, and perished utterly, body and soul, never to be reborn.

Although I was still gravely injured and unable to participate that time, those two later told me about it, and we even agreed to seize this place for ourselves. Unfortunately, we could not break through the Two Elements Microdust Formation, and in the end, we left in disgrace, empty-handed.

In order to return here and obtain the hidden treasures, I patiently cultivated for five thousand years.

Back then, he was known as the number one immortal of the aquatic clans, a human cultivator who looked down on all other races, and resided long-term in the Water Palace. At that time, this place was under the sea, but now, due to the changing seas and shifting sands, it is buried deep underground.

Because of a moment’s quarrel and prideful dispute, he used overwhelming power to slaughter seven hundred of our demon and monster kin, which led to our revenge. Looking back now, it was childish—not only on his part, but on ours as well.

My thoughts drifted, but my speed did not slow in the slightest. At this moment, Huangjing Hall was already in sight.

Back then, he was extremely extravagant. This Huangjing Hall was entirely cast of gold and carved with fine jade. The treasures and antiques hidden within were countless. With five stories, ten courtyards front and back, and fifty or sixty rooms of all sizes, it was truly magnificent beyond compare.

The carved railings and jade steps should still remain, but the beauty has faded.

The people of the past have already ridden the yellow crane away; this place is now an empty Yellow Crane Tower.