After Zhang Yan finished speaking, he gathered his Mana for a check, and his gaze flickered slightly. As expected, Feng Haiyang’s Divine Soul was not here; only a strand of Divine Intent lingered in his body since it remained within the Dharma Body. With a surge of Mana, he shattered that strand of Divine Intent, then flicked his robe sleeve, gathering the head and broken body into the Water Element True Light, tapped his foot, and flew into the Heaven with tunneling light.

Glancing around, he immediately saw the Nascent Soul Dharma Body transforming into smoke and flying, but its Mana was already depleted, and its flesh had been slain. It was akin to a tree without roots, or water without a source, posing no threat to him.

He let out a shout, transforming into a rainbow and charged forward; nearing, he released a beam of water light, swirling it back and forth to collect, then drove the water force into a twist, breaking it into scattered Essence Qi.

At this moment, he considered the person completely annihilated.

The talisman hovering in the sky was initially emanating golden light, indicating it was about to be activated. Suddenly losing its protective Spirit, it shuddered, the radiance dispersed, and it gently fell down.

Zhang Yan raised his hand to summon it from afar, glanced at it, and casually stored it into his Sleeve Bag.

With Feng Haiyang removed, now in this Star Stone, only he remained.

Yet, there was still a hidden threat to resolve at this moment.

He circled in the Heaven, seeking a Flying Peak to descend upon, sat cross-legged, and with a sinking Heart and Spirit, entered his own Sea of Consciousness.

Looking around, an endless expanse met his eyes, with only a resplendent Milky Way where he stood in the center.

Not far away was an ice-clear Jade Scroll, similar in form to him, at present subduing a child of five or six beneath it. Though the child’s appearance was exquisite, his eyes were blood-red, with a green vertical line at the center of his brow extending into his hair, roaring like thunder, with a furious malice engulfing his entire presence.

This individual was the Demon Sect Elder concealed within the Dawn Yin Axe. As soon as he entered the body, Zhang Yan’s Nine Capturing Demon Scroll subdued him. But with the formidable enemy Feng Haiyang present earlier, Zhang Yan temporarily ignored him.

Zhang Yan glanced indifferently, pinched a spell, and the Demon Suppression Scroll suddenly emitted a pleasant tone, immediately dropping strands of auspicious energy, below condensing into clusters of cloud-like golden flowers, fragrant clouds swirling, magnificently dazzling, descending upon the Demon Sect Elder, seemingly dispelling a layer of Demonic Qi, dimming his form somewhat.

After several dozens of spells, the child’s body gradually shifted from solid to ethereal, fear appeared on his face, a departure from his prior madness, pleading, "Fellow Daoist, please cease your actions. Could you spare me? If you do, I can reveal many secrets to you."

Zhang Yan shook his head and laughed, saying, "I’m not here to deceive you. Even if you reveal those secrets, today I must eliminate you."

The Demon Sect Elder rolled his eyes and exclaimed loudly, "Since you are here, my Nephew Feng has been defeated, correct? Let me inform you, he sealed a strand of Soul Splitting in the Ancestor Hall before the swordfight. It’s a secret technique of our Nether Spring Sect. Even if killed here, given the opportunity, he could cultivate back again."

Zhang Yan smiled without a care, fearing not even Feng Haiyang himself, much less a mere soul strand.

Even if circumstances allowed him to cultivate back, it would be centuries later. How could he contend with me again?

The Demon Sect Elder, seeing Zhang Yan unmoved, grew increasingly anxious, revealing many secrets, hoping to sway him.

Zhang Yan ignored him completely, relentlessly driving the Demon Suppression Scroll, determined to annihilate him.

As the Demon Sect Elder felt his body turn to mist, recognizing the inevitability, he stopped pleading, but rather coldly chuckled, "Zhang Yan, though you have defeated my Nephew Feng, you are unaware that disaster looms. My Nephew Feng is close friends with my Nephew Yu Wen Hongyang, his Divine Skills were even taught indirectly by him. You killed my Nephew Feng; certainly, he will seek revenge."

Yu Wen Hongyang?

Zhang Yan raised an eyebrow; he had never heard of this name, but from the Elder’s words, it seemed a remarkable figure. He noted the name in his heart, intending to ask Zhou Chongju about his origins upon return.

Thoughts shifting, he executed spell after spell, relentlessly driving the Magic Scroll. Soon, the Demon Sect Elder let out a wail, his body vanished completely, having been refined away.