Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng was stunned, wasn't this the altar he was looking for?    

"You want to go over?"    

The Demon Emperor's laughter was horrifying, layers of black and green Devil Qi gushed out from his nostrils.    

"Yes, I would like to see the demon clan priest."    

Ye Feng took a deep breath and answered with a deep voice.    

He felt that he had been completely seen through by the Demon Emperor. It would be best to honestly answer him, otherwise there might be a slim chance of survival.    

"Interesting."    

"If Sky Demon King knew that his own cultivation method was actually obtained by a single Human Clan, I wonder how wonderful his expression would be."    

The Demon Emperor's eyes flashed with a strange light as his lips curved up in a playful smile.    

"Sky Demon King … It's still alive? "    

Ye Feng looked at the Demon Emperor in disbelief. The Demon Lord wasn't … Was he gone a long time ago?    

"Of course, it's not in this world." The Demon Emperor gave a strange laugh. "Since you want to go to the altar, then this Demon Emperor will send you on your way."    

With that, he spat out a mouthful of Devil Qi.    

The Devil Qi flew towards Ye Feng and instantly enveloped him.    

All of a sudden, Ye Feng was enveloped in endless darkness. Before he could react, the surrounding light was restored.    

Ye Feng raised his eyes and looked left and right.    

"This is?"    

His eyelids twitched slightly. He astonishingly discovered that he had actually appeared on top of the high altar, and there were still many Devil Qi that had yet to disperse floating in the air.    

In the distance, Ye Feng saw the Demon Emperor's towering upper body. The giant head lowered as it blinked at him.    

Boom!    

The ground shook and the Demon Emperor suddenly soared into the sky, shooting straight into the clouds and disappearing from Ye Feng's line of sight.    

"Why did he help me?"    

Ye Feng was confused, but he couldn't think of a reason.    

"Forget it, I won't think about it."    

After organizing his thoughts and forcing himself to calm down, Ye Feng looked at the huge altar he was on.    

However, there was no one there at all.    

Just when Ye Feng was sizing up the altar, a figure flew down from the distance with a terrified expression and landed on the altar.    

"Luckily we managed to escape."    

The demon race Saintess, Hu Xianghan, looked back. The Demon Emperor's figure had already disappeared. She couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.    

Cold sweat had soaked her clothes completely.    

When she saw the Demon Emperor, she was terrified to the extreme. She hastily fled all the way to the heavenly altar, lucky enough to keep her life.    

"If I meet the Demon Emperor, no matter how noble my bloodline is, I won't be able to survive. It's a pity that this is my array formation jade pendant."    

Hu Xiang's cold eyes flickered. She guessed that Ye Feng had the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon King.    

Otherwise, how could he explain the aura of a Zhizun realm expert?    

But in the next moment, Hu Xianghan's beautiful eyes widened, and his cherry lips slightly opened. "He …" He actually didn't die? And he actually appeared here? "    

… ….    

"This is?"    

Ye Feng quickly walked forward and saw the ashes all over the ground. There were traces of burning talisman paper. Other than these, there were also some corpses of Fierce Beasts.    

The corpse was shriveled, the vital energy and blood had been stolen by some unknown monster, leaving only a wrinkled leather bag wrapped around it.    

"Is this the scene after the sacrifice?"    

Ye Feng frowned. Previously, he heard from the Holy Maiden that the sacrifice was to be made to the Sky Demon King at the Heavenly Altar. It seems like it's already over?    

"The priest left?" "Is it still a step too late?"    

Ye Feng sighed helplessly. He was very upset in his heart. If he was faster in his journey, he might be able to catch up.    

If the priest wasn't here, where would he go to find him?    

Since that was the case, it was better to leave this area first.    

"I have to leave as soon as possible!"    

Ye Feng made up his mind to leave the Heavenly Cloud Mountain directly.    

However, just as he was about to leave, he saw from the corner of his eyes that there was a small house at the end of the altar.    

"I don't think we found this house before."    

Ye Feng stopped and looked over with squinted eyes.    

For some reason, he had the urge to approach the house. "Could it be that the sacrificial offering is inside?"    

The Skypiercing Altar was very big, and the houses were at the end of the altar. It was about three thousand meters away, but to Martial Cultivator, it was only a square inch.    

As they got closer, the sounds of prayers from the house became clearer.    

"The voice isn't old. Who could it be?"    

Ye Feng frowned. Sacrifice was an old monster that had lived for an unknown amount of time with a revered status. Its voice was definitely not that full of vigor.    

He knew that curiosity had killed the cat, so he decided to leave as soon as possible in order not to cause any more trouble.    

Seeing Ye Feng turn around, Hu Xiang Han, who was praying in the room, changed his expression slightly.    

It wasn't easy to lure him into the trap, so how could they let him leave so simply?    

"Creak!"    

When the door opened, Ye Feng heard the sound of movement behind him. His body stiffened and he immediately turned around.    

Their gazes met, and he saw Hu Xiushan standing in the room. His white dress was as pure as snow, and his figure was exquisite and refined, as though a fairy from the heavens had descended into the mortal world.    

However, Ye Feng didn't have the slightest thought towards such a beauty. Instead, he became more cautious as he stared at Hu Xianghan without saying a word.    

"Hu Feng Young Master?"    

Hu Xiang Han's eyes were filled with surprise, her smile was like a flower, "I didn't expect you to arrive so soon, please come in."    

As she said that, she reached out her hand to invite Ye Feng in.    

Hearing this, the alarm in Ye Feng's heart rang loudly.    

They had only met once, yet the other party was already so passionate?    

I'm afraid... There's a problem.    

"No need."    

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Since Lord Priest isn't here, then I won't disturb you."    

With that, he turned and left, with Hu Xiushan behind him, he hurriedly said, "Young Master Hu Feng, the Lord High Priest isn't here, don't you want to know where he went?"    

This sentence struck right at Ye Feng's mingmen.    

He was very interested in the whereabouts of the priest.    

"Of course I want to know. However, Miss Holy Maiden told me that the priest is here, but now, he is not here. It can be seen that even you might not be able to believe her words."    

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth formed a faint smile as the demon essence in his body started to slowly circulate.    

Hu Han's face changed slightly and he bowed, "My lord, please don't blame me. When this holy maiden left, he was still here, but now that the lord priest has matters to attend to and is leaving, I feel a little guilty. If my lord wishes to know where the priest is, why not enter the room and discuss them in detail?"    

While he was speaking, Ye Feng did not notice that there was a trace of invisible demonic aura surging into his nose and mouth.    

At this moment, Ye Feng looked again at the fox like smell. The other party's graceful figure became more and more blurred, looking extremely bewitching.    

Ye Feng nodded, "Alright, since that's the case, then I'll have to trouble the Holy Maiden."    

With that, he walked into the house.    

Upon seeing this, a sly look flashed across Hu Xianghan's eyes as he leaned to the side and welcomed Ye Feng.    

Ye Feng entered the house and sat at the table in the back. Hu Xianghan poured a cup of hot tea for Ye Feng.    

"Young master, have some tea."    

"Thank you, Holy Maiden."    

His eyes became increasingly blurry, but there was still a hint of clarity remaining in them. He lifted the teacup and took a sip.    

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