The Demon with Holy Radiance

’If acting had Cultivation Levels, then he considered his own performance to be at least at the Insect Dao Level. There was no way these few Zombie Gods could see through it.’

BAM!

A man from the Golden Thread Pavilion vented his anger, knocking Yang An to the ground with a vicious punch.

"Take him back."

On the surface, all of them were furious that their leader had been killed by Yang An’s sneak attack, but in reality, they couldn’t be happier.

The reward for this was fixed. With one less person to share it with, their own portions would be that much larger. Everything they had just done was simply putting on a show.

Soon, Yang An was restrained by a Magical Artifact and, completely powerless to resist, was taken back to the Golden Thread Pavilion by the men.

Returning to the Golden Thread Pavilion once more, Yang An looked at the massive Floating Island and its magnificent, glorious appearance, his heart filled with a multitude of emotions.

After arriving in the Outer Continent, the first major power he had come into contact with was the Golden Thread Pavilion, and now he had returned.

The Floating Island was still the same Floating Island, but Yang An’s Cultivation Level now surpassed what it once was, and everything he saw with his perception was much clearer.

Countless streams of murky, evil black qi flowed and dissipated from the city in the sky. At the same time, innumerable thick tentacles dangled down from it.

These tentacles shrouded the entire city on the land below the Floating Island. Pulsating between light and dark, they resembled a colossal, shadowy behemoth—warped and bizarre.

He could even see countless stripes spreading across the tentacles, like burning black will-o’-wisps.

’This is the true face of the Golden Thread Pavilion.’

Within his perception, there was indeed no aura in the entire Golden Thread Pavilion stronger than his own. All the Cultivators at the Insect Dao Level and above had already joined the great battle with the Great Virtue Temple. For him, this was a perfect opportunity.

The men from the Golden Thread Pavilion brought him into the pavilion and threw him into a dark cell.

Currently, the upper echelons of the Golden Thread Pavilion were not present, so any decision regarding Yang An’s fate would have to wait until they returned.

This place seemed to be a prison, a place the Golden Thread Pavilion used specifically to lock up criminals.

The Magical Artifact restraining Yang An was not removed. As he was thrown in, he also sensed the presence of other auras.

Like him, these auras in the darkness belonged to prisoners locked up here. Their Cultivation Levels were mostly at the Zombie God level, and among them were a few Evil Demons and other filth.

A newcomer had arrived in the prison. A clamor of voices instantly filled Yang An’s ears, seemingly excited by the arrival of someone new.

"It’s a bald monk! So tender and soft-skinned. His hide must be nice and firm."

"I’ve got my eye on this one! Don’t any of you try to snatch him from me! It’s been a long time since I’ve had a taste of a bald monk. I’ll roast him later and share a bit with you."

"This bald monk can’t be from the Great Virtue Temple, can he? That new guy said the Golden Thread Pavilion bastards were fighting the bald monks from the Great Virtue Temple. Is that for real?"

"Who cares if it’s true or not! I’m starving! I need to eat! All of you, get out of my way! Anyone who blocks me dies!"

Many of the people imprisoned here looked at Yang An with covetous expressions. In the shadows, the eyes of Demon Fiends were also watching him. Restrained by the Magical Artifact, Yang An had become a tasty morsel in their eyes, and the sound of drooling could be heard quite clearly.

Yang An ignored the lot of them. He was currently focusing his entire being on his perception. Although the prison seemed to have powerful restrictions that suppressed perception, he had already sensed the presence of the Forbidden Artifact Fragment earlier. His senses still searched for a gap to spread outwards.

’Where is it... Where is it...’

His perception silently spread and permeated the entire Golden Thread Pavilion Floating Island. With no one at the Insect Dao Level currently in the Golden Thread Pavilion, no one could detect his senses, so Yang An searched quickly and without restraint.

His perception swept over the many magnificent buildings of the Golden Thread Pavilion, but after finding nothing, it continued to extend toward the rear mountain.

In a trance-like state, a very familiar aura exerted a strange pull on Yang An.

Yang An’s gaze sharpened. After confirming the location, he swiftly retracted his perception, a look of joy appearing on his face.

’Found it!!’

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