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Yi Yun did not doubt Poison Demon’s words. One would not have any consciousness before developing sentience, so it was natural that it did not know who the two combating parties were.

Yi Yun looked at Poison Demon and asked, "In that case, did you absorb the energy within the skeleton?"

In fact, although Poison Demon was born out of the art of Great Poison, it now had little to do with the supreme existence. After all, the poison had undergone the refinement of divine fire and spent hundreds of millions of years absorbing the worldly essence and the energy within the mighty figure’s skeleton. It had long undergone metamorphic changes.

Even that person that used the art of Great Poison would not have expected that the poison he used would gain sentience after hundreds of millions of years of evolution. Such an event required all sorts of fortuitous occurrences.

The black tiger nodded. With so much time having passed, the ashes in the earthen jar had dissipated completely. A portion of its energy had fused into Poison Demon, allowing its body to have an insidious, specterish aura.

"Then you truly live up the description of being insidiously poisonous." Yi Yun smiled. He flipped his hand and put away the jar. It was definitely not some simple funeral urn. It could even be an artifact that a mighty figure used back when he was alive.

"Hey, how do you plan on dealing with me?"

After explaining his origins, the black tiger turned listless. It drooped its head and looked to be dispirited. Just Ling Xie’er alone could destroy it, much less Yi Yun.

Yi Yun stroked his chin. From the point of view of people that followed orthodox teachings, Poison Demon was no doubt a sinister entity. But Yi Yun did not mind it. He said, "If you’re willing to be used by me, I can nurture you but you have to sign a soul contract."

Yi Yun did not intend to destroy Poison Demon. It had proved its extraordinariness by being able to gain sentience. Furthermore, for such a divine item to be born, it had to undergo hundreds of millions of years of evolution coupled with countless fortuitous opportunities. It would be quite a pity to destroy it after it had gone through such an arduous process.

"Sign a soul contract? What are the terms?" Poison Demon was very careful. Although it was afraid of death, it was unwilling to just sign a contract that handed control of its soul to another party. That would be no different from being a puppet.

"Very simple. You just cannot betray me. Serve me for ten thousand years and, after that, you’ll have the freedom to decide on what to do next."

Poison Demon was unlike Ling Xie’er. Yi Yun trusted her completely but did not trust Poison Demon at all.

"Ten thousand years?" Poison Demon’s eyes lit up. To the long-lived Poison Demon, ten thousand years was nothing. Besides, as long as it did not betray Yi Yun, it would have freedom of its own mind and soul. The terms of the contract were also rather relaxed, so it would not be used and abused like a puppet.

Poison Demon clenched its teeth and said, "I accept."

"Alright!"

Yi Yun immediately conjured a soul mark that landed in Poison Demon’s soul. It did not resist and willingly accepted it.

Yi Yun was adept at alchemy and the ’Dragon Emperor Technique’ required him to seek out materials to refine pills. Perhaps Poison Demon would give him some unexpected help with that...

...

At that moment, the Myriad God Ridge disciples were still waiting for news of Myriad God Patriarch. However, the spatial node remained silent. No one had returned.

Many people were also paying close attention to the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. Unfortunately, their perceptions could not penetrate the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, so none of them knew what was happening inside.

"It’s been thirty minutes. I wonder how Martial Uncle Cang Wu fared in there."

People were curious as to why Cang Wu was spending so much time inside the cauldron. Logically speaking, he should have finished Yi Yun a while ago.

An elder from the Song family said, "Cang Wu has probably destroyed Yi Yun, and now he’s examining the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. It’s unknown what he can figure out. Although I don’t think Cang Wu can refine the Ascending Dragon Cauldron for himself, he can at least get the opportunities within. It really makes me envious."

The elder chuckled. Although there would be no benefits left for his Song family, Yi Yun’s death was enough to alleviate the Song and Zhang families’ anger.

Just as the elder finished speaking, the Ascending Dragon Cauldron trembled gently. Something was expelled from the Ascending Dragon Cauldron.

People looked carefully. It was a corpse that was covered in blood. It was an unsightly mess.

"Is it that little bastard’s corpse?"

The Song family elder was delighted. However, when the corpse landed on the ground, he and the rest quickly clammed up.

Although the corpse was a mangled mess, they could clearly tell that the corpse belonged to Cang Wu from his build, attire, and severely distorted face!

"M... Martial Uncle Cang Wu!?" A personal disciple said in utter disbelief.

"Impossible... Martial Uncle Cang Wu has been killed? Did that punk do it?"

People found it unbelievable. Yi Yun was only at the fifth-storey Dao Palace realm while Cang Wu was a late-stage Supremacy!

Even if Yi Yun had obtained opportunities within the Ascending Dragon Cauldron and made a breakthrough, it should’ve been impossible for him to defeat a late-stage Supremacy!

"He’s dead..."

The Myriad God Sect Master scanned Cang Wu’s corpse with his perception. Cang Wu’s heart was gone so he could not be any more dead.

This made his expression sink. The way the situation had so quickly devolved into chaos was extremely terrible. Myriad God Patriarch was being pursued by a mysterious old man while Cang Wu entered the cauldron to kill Yi Yun, only to end up being killed by Yi Yun.

"That punk has probably really refined the Dragon Emperor Relic. In addition, he has digested and absorbed it!" The old woman said. She found it unimaginable that the Dragon Emperor Relic that the Myriad God Patriarch found difficult to refine would be easily refined by a young junior like Yi Yun. Furthermore, he had consumed it in such a short period of time.

"If Cang Wu isn’t his match, then doesn’t that mean that most of us are not that punk’s match?"

Many Elders came to this realization. Even as Elders that had lived for tens of thousands of years, they were still weaker than Yi Yun. They felt a sense of defeat.

Compared to Yi Yun, they were not only weaker than him, they had a shorter life than Yi Yun. Their future prospects were worse than his and they were closer to death than him. This comparison left a bitter taste in their mouths.

"Sect Master, what should we do?" A personal disciple asked.

Yi Yun was inside the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, and outside there was an expert. They were suffering from both internal and external troubles. The situation was extremely dire.

Myriad God Sect Master also felt helpless. He could not think of any solutions but, just as he was about to speak, his body quivered and immediately, his expression changed drastically!

At the same time, the old woman beside him convulsed violently. She hugged her head with her hands and couldn’t even stand straight.

"Sect Master, what’s happening to the both of you?"

The people present panicked. At that moment, the old woman cried out and collapsed to the ground. The color in her face had drained and she was convulsing all over. It seemed like she was suffering from epilepsy.

The Myriad God Ridge disciples were dumbfounded from shock. In the present situation, both the Myriad God Sect Master and the old woman were their mental pillars of support. Now, the both of them had gone crazy simultaneously, with them completely unaware of the cause. Everyone was scared out of their wits.