The little boy confidently said, "There's a big secret in that illusion. They're completely immersed in it and can't pull themselves out. Because I'm too young, they didn't take me to play with them."
"An illusion?" The Haotian Pagoda spirit frowned and shook his head. "It's a pity that the little pagoda master's fallen phoenix isn't even as good as a chicken. Otherwise, I'd really like to see what kind of illusion could attract the Holy Demon Clan to invade it."
"Little Tower, let's leave this place quickly. Since this kid is willing to come with us, just let him stay. If his parents come looking for him, we'll just return him," Chennan suggested after some thought. He sensed several powerful sacred beast auras nearby locking in on them. Staying here might not be the safest choice.
"Forget it. Since little Po Hai is willing to follow us, let him come. If, in a few years, he can cultivate the Gouchen Devil Canon to the supreme level, his achievements may far surpass those of our fathers. By then, we won't have to worry too much about any danger," said the Haotian Pagoda spirit.
In a flash, the spirit turned into a stream of light and landed on Chennan's shoulder.
"Kid, come into my pagoda. The spiritual energy here will help you cultivate rapidly."
The Haotian Pagoda waved toward Xiao Kunpeng.
"No!" the little boy shook his head. In the next moment, he turned into a beam of light and entered through the space between Chennan's eyebrows.
Chennan shuddered violently.
When he came back to his senses, he found that little Po Hai had actually entered his Void Illusory Realm.
"Damn it…" Chennan was on the verge of tears but had none to shed. He had thought that the Void Illusory Realm he seized from the Ancient Void Dragon had changed and would be more useful to him.
Unexpectedly, the world within had not only gone out of his control but had also undergone strange transformations.
Now, three days had passed without clear results.
The Infinite Sacred Tree stood at the center.
The illusionary landscape of mountains and rivers had transformed into a picturesque scroll, beautiful and brimming with spiritual energy.
The demon slave was cultivating beneath the Hell Tree.
At this moment, when the young member of the Holy Demon Clan—little Kunpeng—entered Chennan's Void Illusory Realm, he immediately revealed his true form.
Though still a boy, he soared with the wind, and within just a few breaths, his form expanded tremendously, his wings stretching out thousands of feet.
He circled the Infinite Divine Tree several times excitedly, clearly thrilled.
Chennan was initially worried that the little guy and the Infinite Divine Tree might clash—both were terrifying existences. If a battle broke out inside the Void Illusory Realm, the power unleashed might render him a madman babbling nonsense.
Little Po Hai, in his true form, flew for an entire hour within the Illusory Realm.
By now, Chennan and the others had already left the Qianling Mountains far behind.
"Chennan, are you saying your illusion realm is even more powerful than the space inside the pagoda? Damn, you brat…"
The little pagoda spirit was clearly disappointed that the boy hadn't chosen its inner space.
"Heh!" Chennan chuckled.
Just that one sound carried a massive impact.
"You—you dare provoke Lord Pagoda?! I will fight you to the death and kill you!" the Haotian Pagoda burst with fury, releasing immense power from its core.
The three Corpse Daoists following behind were horrified. Damn, what sort of reincarnations were these two? What had they just done?
San Zhi Daoist was utterly confused… He couldn't understand why the Holy Demon Clan would allow themselves to be taken away by Chennan. He even suspected he was hallucinating.
"Brother Chen, Little Tower… stop messing around. Ahead lies Wotian Street, guarded by mighty cultivators. If we alarm them, we'll be in trouble," San Zhi Daoist warned.
Chennan extended his consciousness, scanning the distance. Indeed, he saw a street suspended between two floating islands.
This Heavenly Street was a miraculous construct connecting the two floating islands. Shops lined the street, each built upon powerful formations. Numerous powerful cultivators walked the street—judging by their clothing, many were from the Five Great Sects.
"This is a good place," Chennan nodded in approval.
He glanced toward the Void Illusory Realm and saw the little boy already resting atop a mountain.
He felt a faint worry about the spiritual veins within the mountain. The countless king-grade spirit stones that made up the veins—just extracting a small portion could attract greedy attention from many powerhouses.
If that brat started digging them up and eating them all…
Chennan had seen it with his own eyes: with a single inhale, even the Sky Fox Clan's Green Ji had been sucked into the boy's mouth.
However, the little boy now appeared tired. He'd fallen asleep on the mountain, motionless.
"Daoist San, Wotian Street looks great today. But let's first stop by your Heavenly Corpse Sect. Once the girl's matter is settled, you'll come stroll with me," Chennan said seriously.
San Zhi Daoist's old face flushed red.
"Rest assured, Brother Chen. Definitely," he replied, cursing himself inwardly. Materials, treasures, and spirit beasts were indeed plentiful on that street—but they were ridiculously expensive.
He needed to refine the Flower Bone Seed, which required not only rare, high-quality ingredients but also large amounts of auxiliary materials. With his current wealth, he couldn't afford it. And if Chennan scammed him a few more times, he'd end up completely broke.
As they spoke, a short flight brought them to a massive floating island.
The entire island was covered by a large protective array. Chennan swept his divine sense over it and immediately recognized its terrifying power. Even if they all worked together, they couldn't shake it.
"Thinking back, although the Nine Cities of Myriad Phenomena each occupied a floating island, they couldn't compare to the Heavenly Corpse Sect's craftsmanship."
Chennan mused quietly.
Though things were going smoothly so far, he knew he was still far from reaching the foundation of this ancient sect's status.
He looked at the defensive formation in awe.
During their journey, San Zhi Daoist had been closely watching Chennan's face, gauging his reaction to everything being presented.
Now, seeing Chennan's expression, he couldn't help feeling proud. "Our Heavenly Corpse Sect's defense formation was created by our founder, the Corpse Ancestor. It took countless years to complete. Besides the defensive mechanisms you usually see, once fully activated, thousands of corpses will be released from the cages—forming the most terrifying offensive formation imaginable. The ancient formation principles behind it are extremely exquisite—utterly unbreakable."
"This is indeed an ancient formation—exquisitely constructed," the Haotian Pagoda added. "Chennan, if you spend a year or so here and focus solely on studying its mysteries, your understanding of formations will surely skyrocket. If you then combine it with your Illusory Heart Sutra, you may even trap some Supreme Kings of equal strength."
While they were talking, San Zhi Daoist took out a command token and infused it with his divine power. In an instant, a passage opened in the formation, and they entered.
After passing through several layers of powerful, activated formations, they finally reached the inner territory of the Heavenly Corpse Sect.
As soon as Chennan and the others stepped inside, they were enveloped by eight powerful auras—each far stronger than those of the Three Corpse Daoists.
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