Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The Holy Demon Remnant Soul continued to speak.    

Ye Feng immediately fell into a dilemma. On one hand, he wanted to know the relationship between the Holy Demon and the Sky Mansion Painting Saint, and also the hidden secrets within.    

However, on the other hand, Ye Feng was also worried that the Holy Demon Remnant Soul wouldn't have any good intentions, and wanted to trick him into going over to harm him.    

During this process, the Holy Demon Remnant Soul maintained its calm and did not urge him.    

Ye Feng thought for a long time, and a light flashed in his eyes. He thought of a divine ability in his previous life, and immediately secretly used it. Then, he said to the Holy Demon, "Alright, I'm willing to meet you."    

"Alright, follow my guidance."    

The Holy Demon Remnant Spirit replied. A red light appeared in the void, and extended to the deepest part of the top floor of the tower.    

Ye Feng followed the red light and continued to move forward. After a few turns, he arrived in front of a tightly shut bronze door.    

A figure was carved on the bronze door. It was the majestic statue of the first floor of the tower. Ye Feng guessed that this statue was the Holy Demon.    

Then, Ye Feng carefully placed his hand on the bronze door. There was no resistance, and he easily pushed it open.    

He released his spiritual will, but Ye Feng did not sense any danger from the bronze door. There was no one behind him, so he entered the room and closed the bronze door.    

There were many statues in the room, of different sizes, but all of them were Holy Demon statues. In addition, there was a round table in the center of the room, and there was only a jade bottle on it.    

Inside the jade bottle was sparkling and translucent blood. Even though it was separated by the bottle, one could still feel the majestic aura of the blood, causing one to be unable to help but feel a desire to submit.    

"You are here."    

The Saint Demon Remnant Soul's voice sounded. All the eyes of the Saint Demon Statue in the room lit up with a red light at the same time.    

Immediately after, a statue that was no different from Ye Feng's walked towards him.    

Ye Feng's heart tightened. He clenched the Shattering Void Sword in his hand without batting an eyelid, raising his vigilance to the highest.    

"Don't be nervous."    

The statue opened its mouth and waved at Ye Feng. It did not approach Ye Feng too closely, but instead walked towards the other end of the round table.    

"This is my Blood Essence. It should be the reason for your trip."    

The statue spoke again.    

"That's right."    

Ye Feng nodded. He looked at the Saint Demon Blood Essence. He was certain that this was definitely the blood of a Saint. This was because the blood was almost the same as the pure blood he had absorbed from the Demon Sovereign realm in the Underworld River's Despairs.    

"I did not have any ill intentions in inviting you here."    

The statue looked at Ye Feng and said, "The Sky Mansion Painting Saint once prophesied that after my original body and the Painting Saint fell, a human would come here and ask me to meet him."    

"Phenomenon?"    

Ye Feng's pupils shrank. He did not expect the Saint Demon Remnant Soul to say such words. If the Sky Mansion Painting Saint had really left behind a prophecy, wouldn't it mean that he had predicted that he would come here a long time ago?    

Thinking about how the Sky Mansion Painting Saint had already fallen for tens of thousands of years, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel shocked.    

"That's right. Everyone thinks that the Sky Mansion Painting Saint became a saint by drawing, and the strongest art is the art of drawing. However, his strongest technique is the art of divination."    

The statue looked at Ye Feng, and the red light in its eyes flickered, containing a profound meaning that Ye Feng could not understand.    

"The Painting Saint prophesied that you would be the one to save everything, so he asked me to give you a chance."    

"Save everything? What does that mean?"    

Ye Feng was filled with questions. He did not expect that there would be any danger that the Painting Saint had to calculate tens of thousands of years ago, and that he would need to save it now.    

"There are too many things in this. You are still too weak now, so I can't tell you."    

The statue shook its head. "The Painting Saint said that you will know when the time is right."    

"It's like this again!"    

Ye Feng couldn't help but clench his fists. He had experienced too many things and knew a lot of secrets. However, he had no right to know the most important parts of these secrets because he was not strong enough.    

However, Ye Feng had walked step by step from a crippled body to the Qi Zong realm. His strength had increased by leaps and bounds, but he still could not know these secrets. He was a little unwilling. He needed to reach a certain realm to know everything. Could it be the Saint realm? Or even the Saint realm could not know everything?    

"Let's not talk about that."    

At this moment, the Divine Statue picked up the Holy Demon Blood on the round table, "This is my Blood Essence, and it was specially left for you. If you refine it, you will be able to grasp the opportunity that I want to give you."    

"What is it?"    

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and asked.    

"Refine the Blood Essence first."    

The Holy Demon said calmly.    

Hearing that, Ye Feng took the Blood Essence. He did not completely trust the other party, so he carefully checked the Blood Essence and confirmed that there was no danger before he swallowed it.    

"Hua!"    

The moment he swallowed the Blood Essence, Ye Feng felt his entire body heat up, and the blood in his body seemed to be on fire.    

The power contained in the Holy Demon Blood was extremely pure, and it was especially hot. It was like the fire of the sun, making Ye Feng's mouth dry and tongue parched. It was as if he was in a pool of lava.    

This feeling was undoubtedly very painful, but Ye Feng was worried that the Demon Clan would hear the noise, so he could only endure the pain and not make any sound. His consciousness was affected by the scorching feeling, and he could only force himself to stay awake.    

The pain lasted for a very long time. Ye Feng felt that it was extremely long, as if it had been a thousand years, but in the end, he still persisted and successfully absorbed the Holy Demonic Blood.    

Because the Holy Demon Blood contained a vast amount of power, Ye Feng refined the Blood Essence, and his realm also broke through.    

When the Divine Statue saw this, it immediately waved its palm, and a golden light flew out to surround Ye Feng, forming a barrier that enveloped Ye Feng. As a result, Ye Feng could not hear anything from the outside world.    

"Rumble!"    

In the next moment, Ye Feng had successfully broken through to the third level of the Qi Sect. A thunderous explosion came from Ye Feng's body. Ye Feng could feel that his strength had increased greatly.    

"Thank you."    

Ye Feng opened his eyes and thanked the Holy Demon Remnant Soul.    

"You don't need to thank me. This is all arranged by the Sky Mansion Painter."    

The statue's mouth curled up into a smile as it said, "Do you feel any difference from before?"    

Ye Feng knew that the Divine Statue was asking him about his feelings after refining the Holy Demon Blood. He immediately tried to sense his body.    

Very quickly, Ye Feng's eyes lit up. He found that there was an endless power circulating in his body. This power was very strange, and he had never seen it before.    

It was not like Spirit Qi, Qi, Demon Qi, or Devil Qi. This was a special power that contained purity and holiness...    

Other than that, Ye Feng also felt that his dantian's Qi Sea had expanded by several times. Just breaking through to the third level of the Qi Sect would not have such an effect. This was obviously caused by refining the Holy Demon Blood.    

Also, Ye Feng's soul was even stronger. Its strength was comparable to the middle level of the Martial Spirit.    

Chapter 12 – The Holy Demon Blood