The Demon with Holy Radiance

Over the course of half a month, Yang An gradually grew accustomed to his combat power after advancing to the Insect Dao Realm.

Mainly, he had to adapt to the changes in the Power of Rules brought on by the complete Forbidden Artifact.

Life Crane had given him a maximum of three months to break through, promising he would come for him after his advancement. But Yang An waited and waited, and Life Crane never appeared.

’I should go for a walk outside.’

Yang An promptly left the cave and entered the Golden Thread Pavilion.

Besides, Life Crane had appointed him as an External Affairs Elder. Surely the Golden Thread Pavilion had been notified by now. Just waiting around here was a waste of time.

He knew very well he couldn’t escape. Once Life Crane took him to the battlefield against the Great Virtue Temple, he wouldn’t have this kind of leisure time.

In the two and a half months that had passed, the prisoners who had previously escaped had long since been subdued and re-imprisoned.

Through his now-terrifying perception, Yang An could sense that the prison’s security had been reinforced. The Magical Artifact shackles they were using were much stronger now, all to prevent those inmates from escaping again.

At this moment, the Golden Thread Pavilion was incomparably quiet. All the damage from the previous chaos had been fully repaired.

Yang An strolled nonchalantly from the back mountain into the Golden Thread Pavilion’s main complex. As he scanned the Sect that Life Crane had built with his own two hands, his feelings were completely different from the last time he was here.

To him, the Golden Thread Pavilion now seemed to have become, on another level, the original Life Crane Sect—or perhaps an even larger version of it.

Whether it was a blessing or a curse, there was no escaping it.

"Enemy attack!"

Just as he was lost in thought, Yang An’s senses immediately picked up the aura of a Cultivator. He saw the Cultivator staring at him in shock before suddenly shouting.

’All the escaped prisoners were recaptured. I can’t believe there’s another one here!’

The Cultivator’s shout immediately caused a huge commotion. The Cultivators on duty inside the Golden Thread Pavilion reacted as if by conditioned reflex, flying in from all directions.

Seeing this, Yang An’s face instantly darkened. He had already guessed what was happening. That old coot Life Crane hadn’t announced his appointment yet, so these Cultivators still saw him as an enemy.

’Did that old coot do this on purpose?’

Every one of Life Crane’s actions was worth pondering. Who knew what he was planning this time?

Soon, a large number of Cultivators had Yang An completely surrounded, but they maintained a distance of a thousand meters, with not a single one daring to approach.

This was because they had discovered that the aura of Yang An’s Cultivation Level was so terrifyingly profound that none of them could fathom it.

’He’s at the Insect Dao Realm!’

"Mu’an! That’s Mu’an! The disciple of that traitor, Elder Zhuan Yu! He’s back!"

Someone suddenly cried out in alarm, instantly causing a huge uproar among the crowd.

Back when Mu’an, Elder Zhuan Yu’s Direct Disciple, defected, it had caused quite a stir in the Golden Thread Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, someone in the crowd recognized him.

He was in his original body and not wearing a mask, his face completely unconcealed. He hadn’t expected that anyone would still remember him.

With that, the atmosphere became even more charged with tension.

This was because when Yang An had "defected" from the Golden Thread Pavilion, the Pavilion Master had issued an order: if Mu’an was ever seen again, he was to be killed on sight.

’This traitor has actually returned, and now he’s an expert in the Insect Dao Realm! Is he planning to attack the Golden Thread Pavilion while it’s vulnerable?’

Everyone was guessing at Yang An’s purpose for being here, but no one was foolish enough to make the first move. Their job now was to buy time; someone had already reported to the Sect’s upper echelons, and reinforcements would be arriving soon.

Soon, a figure appeared, accompanied by a powerful aura, immediately drawing the gazes of everyone present.

Yang An also noticed the newcomer instantly.

It was a person dressed in black robes, their entire body shrouded in a hazy distortion of space. Their face was unclear, their physique was indistinct, and it was impossible to even tell if they were male or female.

But as soon as this person appeared, all the Cultivators of the Golden Thread Pavilion began to bow in unison.

"Greetings, Pavilion Master!"

Their voices thundered, reverberating throughout the entire Golden Thread Pavilion.

The newcomer was the Pavilion Master of the Golden Thread Pavilion, Thirty Flow!

When Yang An had first come to the Golden Thread Pavilion, he had heard of this Pavilion Master’s name, but had never met them.

Sensing Thirty Flow’s aura now, Yang An found that even with his own Cultivation Level at the Early Stage of the Insect Dao, he couldn’t see through it. This person’s Cultivation Level was surely also in the Insect Dao Realm, likely putting them on par with Non-Birth, the Sect Leader of the Golden Soul Sect.

Before, with his Cultivation Level as a Zombie God, Yang An would have certainly been vigilant and on guard at Thirty Flow’s appearance. But now, he was merely puzzled.

’If Life Crane hasn’t announced my status to the Golden Thread Pavilion, does that mean Thirty Flow has appeared here to attack me?’

He wasn’t afraid, but that would be a huge hassle.

These were all Life Crane’s people, after all. He couldn’t just kill all of them.

But unexpectedly, Thirty Flow’s appearance wasn’t to suppress the defector Yang An, as the other Cultivators had thought. Instead, they tossed something from their hand toward Yang An.

It was a completely black Jade Curse Seal.

"The Ancestor has already told me about you and sent me to receive you."

Thirty Flow’s voice was also indistinct, sounding like several voices overlapping, making it impossible to discern its true nature.

Then, they waved a hand at the others.

"All of you, stand down. From now on, this person is an Elder of our Golden Thread Pavilion. He is one of our own."

Hearing Thirty Flow’s words, expressions of unconcealable surprise appeared on the faces of the Cultivators.

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