Beneath the pavilion, Qin Yu let out a long breath of air. His thoughts moved as the medicinal efficacy in his body began to rapidly melt away and his breathing returned to normal. Even so, as he looked at the unconscious You Qi against his chest, he still felt his mouth go dry. Once he quickly looked over her and determined that nothing was wrong, he carefully put her on the ground and turned around.

Without turning his head, Qin Yu lifted his hand and grasped the air. The golden seal howled towards him. With a flick of his sleeve, he wiped away the drugs on its surface. Then, after making sure there were no other problems, he grabbed it.

When the seal entered his hand, he felt a soothing blending feeling from the depths of his heart. Qin Yu’s sensory perception instantly diffused and proliferated outwards, spreading over the vast majority of the Holy Palace in the blink of an eye. He could ‘see’ into certain dark temples and the strange women who were wreathed in death energy yet still maintained a final breath of life.

His senses continued to spread outwards. A familiar aura soon appeared. With a thought, the figure of the Demon Envoy appeared in front of him. The Demon...