Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Inside the Psychedelic Treasure Palace, sacred figures with peerless divine might sat respectfully on both sides of the hall. They looked at the figure sitting at the top of the hall with admiration and respect.    

This figure was as tall as a mountain and had a single horn on his head. His face and body were undoubtedly the same as the Human Clan. Moreover, he had a handsome appearance, making him look suave and elegant.    

He sat upright on the divine throne, holding two stunning beauties in his arms. Around the throne were dozens of beauties.    

Yingying poured wine and tea for him, trying her best to please him by making him feel comfortable.    

This magnificent scene made Ye Feng wonder. He recognized who the person sitting on the divine throne was.    

"Psychedelic Ancestor."    

Ye Feng's smile looked playful. Before entering the ancestral land of the Illusory Demon Race, Da Xuan Yun had already told him that the Psychedelic Ancestor was in the deepest part of the ancestral land, which was the area where the secret path was located.    

Now, it seemed like the Psychedelic Old Ancestor was indeed sleeping in seclusion, but he had found himself a lot of fun.    

This illusion was indeed an illusion, but it was only his soul. His body was still sleeping in the thick dust under the illusion.    

Ye Feng could vaguely hear the snoring of the Psychedelic Old Ancestor, which was like thunder, stirring up large amounts of dust under the illusory realm. On the contrary, the immortal Qi of the illusory realm seemed to be drifting in the air, making it seem more real.    

"Sleeping in seclusion here and creating a place for your divine soul to enjoy. As expected of the Psychedelic Old Ancestor who is proficient in the field of illusion. He is really free and relaxed."    

Ye Feng sneered. His body flashed and he appeared in the illusion realm of the Psychedelic Old Ancestor.    

"Not good! An outsider has intruded!"    

Within the Nine-Layered Heavens' Psychedelic Palace, the Psychedelic Ancestor sitting on the divine throne had a change of expression. He suddenly flung away the beautiful woman in his arms.    

"Who is it!? You actually dare to step into the depths of the ancestral land, and even dare to come into my illusionary realm and behave atrociously. Do you want to die!?"    

The Psychedelic Old Ancestor guessed that the intruder should be his descendant, the Mirage Devils. However, to dare to barge into the illusory realm despite his orders was simply courting death.    

"Even if it's my descendant, if he dares to disturb this Demon Ancestor, he must die to atone for his crime!"    

The Psychedelic Old Master's face was cold. In order to ensure that his cultivation base did not fall, countless years had already passed in this deathly still star.    

Even though the illusionary realm was woven for him to enjoy, everything was fake. In reality, there was no fun at all. Instead, it made him very bored, to the point where he was about to go crazy from holding it in.    

Under such circumstances, there were still descendants who dared to disobey orders and disturb him. They would definitely be severely punished!    

It just so happened to add some fun to his boring days.    

The Psychedelic Progenitor did not think too much about it. He immediately waved his hand and pointed at the three Sacred Lords in the palace and yelled, "The three of you, go and investigate the identity of the offender! Bring him here to see me!"    

"Yes!"    

The three Saints immediately stood up and bowed in agreement.    

These three Saints were only formed by a portion of the power of the Psychedelic Old Ancestor. They looked mighty and mighty, but their strength was only at the Fifth Heavenly Layer of the Demon King Realm.    

Rather than letting the Sacred Lords investigate the identity of the newcomers, it would be better for the Psychedelic Old Master to investigate himself. After all, this entire illusory realm was woven by him, and he could investigate everything with a single thought.    

He had indeed done the same. His Divine Sense had long discovered Ye Feng's location, but his playfulness had yet to fade, and he had deliberately arranged for this to be a good catch.    

Unfortunately, Ye Feng had no interest in playing with him any longer. Just as the Psychedelic Old Ancestor sensed Ye Feng's presence in the First Heaven, Ye Feng had already appeared in the Psychedelic Palace.    

Looking at the sudden appearance of Ye Feng, the three Venerables received the order. The Divine Sovereign who was about to leave was startled, staring at Ye Feng in a daze.    

"Something's not right!"    

The Psychedelic Old Ancestor's pupils shrunk. A sense of crisis rose in his heart. He realized that Ye Feng wasn't simple.    

If he was his son and descendant, how could he appear in the Psychedelic Treasure Palace so quickly?    

Even if this was just an illusion that he had created, he was a First Heaven Sovereign. Among all the descendants of the Illusion Devil Race, the strongest one was only at the Eighth Heaven of the Devil King Realm.    

It was impossible to travel unhindered in his illusion and teleport.    

The strength of this fellow in front of him was absolutely not inferior to his. Only those who were at the same Ancestor Realm could be so at ease in his illusory realm.    

"Who are you!?"    

The Psychedelic Old Ancestor narrowed his eyes. He began to retract the divine sense he had released. He saw that the countless divine residences and living beings in the starry space illusory realm had dull expressions and dull eyes.    

These living beings were merely controlled by a trace of the Psychedelic Old Ancestor's divine sense. Now that he had seen Ye Feng... He had to restrain his divine sense when he sensed the danger, and prepare himself for it. Therefore, when he withdrew his thoughts, these illusions lost their souls and became empty shells.    

Including the holy and beautiful women in the Hallucination Treasure Hall, they were also frozen in place like statues.    

Although these sacred gods possessed the strength of a Devil King, they were all ants to a Sovereign. It was better to retract these thoughts.    

"Haha, you like to play the role of a character so much. Why do you want to withdraw your thoughts? It's better if you continue."    

Ye Feng didn't answer his question. Instead, he chuckled and said, "Your illusory realm is not bad. I feel that it's interesting. I want to continue watching."    

"I am afraid it cannot be as you wish."    

The Psychedelic Old Ancestor's expression was gloomy. He looked at Ye Feng with a pair of cold eyes and said, "You came uninvited. How could I dare to continue playing?"    

"You are too nervous."    

Ye Feng smiled faintly and waved his hand disapprovingly.    

"Humph! Am I nervous, or are you not coming with good intentions? "    

The Psychedelic Demon Ancestor was full of hostility. He suddenly raised his hand and threw a palm at Ye Feng.    

"Boom!"    

A thick devil light immediately rushed out from his palm. At the same time, the entire Psychedelic Treasure Palace turned into thousands of weapons. All of them slashed towards Ye Feng like a storm.    

"Hahaha! I was just stalling for time by talking to you. Now that my formation has been formed, let's see if you will die or not!"    

The Psychedelic Old Ancestor looked at Ye Feng who had fallen into the attack of tens of thousands of weapons and laughed complacently towards the sky.    

He had always been a cautious person, and he would always pay extra attention to any danger. Ye Feng's sudden appearance had already given him a warning in his heart, and he didn't dare to underestimate him. He had been setting up the formation from the very beginning, preparing to launch a sudden attack.    

Even if Ye Feng really came with good intentions, he would still capture Ye Feng first to ensure that he wouldn't be in any danger. Then, he would ask about Ye Feng's background.    

At most, he could just apologize at the right time and lose his life because of carelessness, right?    

Only a fool would care about courtesy before soldiers. Smart people had to be first before soldiers. It was the hard truth to hold the initiative in one's hands!    

As he thought of his own path of survival, the Psychedelic Old Ancestor's face became increasingly proud. He had relied on caution to survive until today.    

Inside the Saber and Weapon Formation, Ye Feng's aura became weaker and weaker. Obviously, he had suffered a serious injury. The Psychedelic Old Ancestor sneered and waved his hand to stop the formation.    

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