"Ahhhh."

A shrill scream echoed through the sky.

Yuan Wu felt a sharp pain in his arm, followed by a chilling, bone-piercing power spreading from the wound. It was the Soul Devouring Power from the soul severing sword!

Fang Hong seized this opportunity, giving Yuan Wu no chance to breathe or resist.

The soul severing sword in his hand struck again with an unstoppable force, piercing through Yuan Wu’s head.

With a soft thud, blood splattered, and Yuan Wu’s body stiffened abruptly, the light in his eyes rapidly dimming.

His Aura instantly ceased, and the battle finally came to a complete end.

Fang Hong put away the soul severing sword, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield, then waved his hand to sweep all the bodies into the Years Pearl Space.

After clearing the battlefield, Fang Hong headed directly towards the Cui Family’s Forbidden Land, following the information he had obtained from Cui Li’s memories.

As an established power in the Red Sand Kingdom, the Cui Family’s Forbidden Land contained the Family’s accumulated treasury from many years.

Fang Hong proceeded unhindered, easily breaking into the Cui Family’s Forbidden Land and plundering everything in the treasury.

Immediately after, Fang Hong, radiating Killing Intent, headed towards the royal palace.

Since he had decided to cut the weeds and dig up the roots, he naturally wouldn’t spare the Yuan Family members.

Soon, all the Yuan Family members in the royal palace were annihilated by Fang Hong, leaving no one alive.

After dealing with the Yuan Family members, Fang Hong then thoroughly ransacked the entire royal treasury, taking all the massive wealth accumulated within it into his possession.

Having done all this, Fang Hong stepped onto the royal teleportation array.

As the teleportation array glowed, his figure instantly vanished, leaving the capital that had just experienced a bloody storm.

"That monk, no, that Devil Head is finally gone."

"That’s great. He didn’t lay a hand on us."

The members of the Kong Family, Qiao Family, and all the residents of the capital.

Seeing Fang Hong’s figure disappear into the teleportation array and confirming his complete departure, they all breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing relief.

Many even felt their legs give out and collapsed to the ground.

The Red Sand Royal Family, established by the Yuan Family, was thus completely destroyed.

The Red Sand Kingdom was destined to usher in a new era.

Perhaps the Kong Family would rise and establish a new royal Family, or perhaps the Qiao Family; all of this remained unknown.

There were many kingdoms on this continent, and their rise and fall were commonplace.

The demise of a royal Family was a perfectly normal event and would not cause too much of a stir.

Fang Hong used the royal teleportation array to first arrive at a remote town, then transferred through two more teleportation arrays.

After that, he flew for three whole days before finally reaching his destination—Qingyun City.

At this moment, Fang Hong had returned to his original appearance.

No one would have thought that this seemingly harmless Black-robed Youth was the Devil Head who had destroyed the Red Sand Royal Family not long ago.

Fang Hong hovered high in the sky, Qingyun City lay ahead, and as far as his eyes could see, it was a scene of prosperity.

In the distance, mountains stretched endlessly, their peaks shrouded in Immortal Qi, truly a fairyland.

Tall buildings lined the city, above and below, palaces and pavilions stood in dense rows, grand and majestic.

The outer city walls were even taller and grander, magnificent and imposing, exuding an indestructible Aura.

This was definitely the most prosperous and imposing city Fang Hong had ever visited, truly worthy of being an Immortal Emperor’s main city, a veritable imperial capital!

Fang Hong put aside his emotions and flew towards the city gate.

The entire Qingyun City was enveloped by a powerful restriction, very likely personally set up by an Immortal Emperor expert, incredibly powerful, clearly to guard against foreign invasion.

Fang Hong didn’t want to rush in recklessly and invite trouble; it was better to obey the rules and enter through the city gate.

Qingyun City was enormous in scale, with thousands of city gates, varying in size and distributed at various points along the city walls.

Each city gate had disciples from Dao traditions responsible for setting up checkpoints and collecting entry fees from Cultivators entering the city.

Moreover, these city gates were divided into different grades.

From the True Immortal realm up to the Immortal Emperor realm, Cultivators of different cultivation levels needed to enter through their corresponding city gates.

In addition, there were clear rules within the city: only experts who reached the Immortal King Realm were qualified to reside permanently in the city.

Cultivators below the Immortal King Realm who wished to live in the city long-term had to pay a certain amount of Immortal Stones as a fee each year.

If they failed to pay by the deadline, they would definitely be driven out by the city guards.

Fang Hong didn’t hesitate at all and flew directly towards the Immortal King-level city gate.

Compared to other levels of city gates, there were far fewer Cultivators entering here, so he wouldn’t have to spend time queuing, saving a lot of effort.

Arriving at the Immortal King-level city gate, Fang Hong paid one hundred thousand Immortal Stones as per the regulations.

After the Dao tradition disciple on duty verified everything, he issued Fang Hong a black token, which was the permanent identity token for Qingyun City.

Holding the token, Fang Hong smoothly passed through the city gate and entered Qingyun City.

There weren’t too many cumbersome rules within Qingyun City; Cultivators could fly freely in the air, enjoying great freedom.

Fang Hong flew into the city, inquiring about the location of Qingyun Pavilion from passing Cultivators along the way.

According to the information Su Shan had previously given him, Qingyun Pavilion was where the Dao tradition recruited Elders. To become a Dao tradition Elder, one had to register there.

The conditions for becoming a Dao tradition Elder were also very clear: one’s strength must reach the Immortal King Realm, and one must pass a specialized assessment organized by the Dao tradition to be qualified to become an ordinary Elder.

Above ordinary Elders, there were also two grades: Core Elder and Grand Elder.

The threshold for Core Elder was higher; only experts who reached the Immortal Emperor realm could hold this position.

As for the Dao tradition’s Grand Elder, they were even more top-tier experts on the entire continent; only Immortal Emperor-level experts were qualified for the role.

Below ordinary Elders, there were also various grades such as Deacon Elders, Outer Sect Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, and so on.

But Fang Hong was not interested in these; his goal in coming to Qingyun City was very clear: to become an Elder of the Dao tradition.

Not long after, following the route he had inquired about, Fang Hong arrived at the location of Qingyun Pavilion.

To Fang Hong’s slight surprise, Qingyun Pavilion looked unassuming, turning out to be just an ordinary wooden building about four or five zhang tall.

The wooden building had an extremely simple design, appearing inconspicuous and even somewhat out of place compared to the surrounding magnificent and grand high-rise palaces.

If not for the three powerful characters "Qingyun Pavilion" clearly written on the plaque directly above the wooden building, Fang Hong would have almost thought he had come to the wrong place.

Fang Hong couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

"Is this the place where the Dao tradition recruits Elders? Isn’t it a bit too shabby"