"Big Brother, I just worry that the Ancestral Demon Realm might also have Demon Emperor level powerhouses!"

Fang Yuan trusted his elder brother's words.

However, when he thought about it, it wasn't impossible that the Ancestral Demon Realm had Imperial Realm experts, so he couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.

"No worries! Even if there are, the number is probably pitifully small!

Plus, with Xiao Zi's help, even if a late Tier Nine powerhouse comes, I, your king, can still fight them!"

Hearing this, Jiang Che smiled, speaking with boundless confidence.

Just now, with Old Second breaking through to mid-Eighth Tier, the system, as expected, gave a tenfold feedback, allowing him to take a huge step forward at the mid-Ninth Tier stage.

With such cultivation, combined with Xiao Zi's boost, Jiang Che was absolutely sure that even if the demon clan sent a late Ninth Tier powerhouse, he could easily handle them.

Seeing his big brother so confident, Fang Yuan felt relieved and nodded slightly.

Soon after, Fang Yuan's attention was again drawn by that mountain of demonic flesh and blood, his eyes full of excitement.

So much demon flesh... If I can refine it all into Primordial Demon Liquid, then I'll...

"Hehe, Big Brother, look at all this stinking stuff piled up here..."

Fang Yuan grinned at Jiang Che, his intent clear without words.

"Go ahead and use it! Next, we're heading to the Ancestral Demon Realm. The higher your cultivation, the better. This stuff is useless to me, so take it to boost your level!"

Jiang Che, knowing full well what Fang Yuan wanted, nodded his approval.

With that, Jiang Che smiled, then casually waved his hand over the corpse mountain below.

Immediately, the thunder flickering on the surface of the corpse mountain rapidly dissipated. The flesh that had been constantly shuddering under the thunder's stimulation finally stilled.

But this calm was only temporary. With the thunder's suppression gone, the flesh regained its former vitality, a faint bloody light shimmering on the surface, as it began to absorb flesh of the same origin to restore itself.

"Thanks, Big Brother!"

Fang Yuan thanked his big brother, then sprang into action.

Rumble—

Fang Yuan activated the Demon Refining Array once again, and the Demon Refining Stone Mill began to turn slowly, sucking all the demon flesh and blood into the mill.

As the stone mill ground on, wisps of Demonic Qi Origin continuously seeped out, quickly pooling together to form droplets of Primordial Demon Liquid that floated above the Demon Refining Stone Mill.

While maintaining the array's operation, Fang Yuan opened his mouth wide, swallowing the refined Primordial Demon Liquid, while running the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Scripture to refine it ceaselessly.

Each drop of Primordial Demon Liquid exploded inside him, turning into massive amounts of pure Demonic Qi, absorbed by his slowly spinning Demon Pill.

Soon, the aura that had just stabilized around Fang Yuan began to rise once more, edging toward the late Eighth Tier.

Seeing Fang Yuan back in cultivation, Jiang Che raised his eyebrows, realizing what was going on, feeling somewhat speechless inside.

They'd originally planned to head to the Ancestral Demon Realm, but the demon clan kept coming to throw their lives away, and even provided Fang Yuan with free resources to cultivate. That's why they'd stayed in Demon Valley for so long now.

Besides, as he saw it, the demon clan's enthusiasm to invade the Profound Yellow Realm was through the roof. He couldn't stop them from marching in to die.

As long as demons came from the Ancestral Demon Realm, he'd kill them. And afterward, there was nothing he could do—the second brother would definitely snatch up all the demon flesh to refine Primordial Demon Liquid and continue to cultivate.

So when exactly they'd get into the Ancestral Demon Realm, not even he knew. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Time ticked by. This time, the sheer amount of demon flesh meant the Primordial Demon Liquid produced was endless; for quite a long while, it just wouldn't stop flowing.

This led to Fang Yuan, every so often, after refining the previous batch of Primordial Demon Liquid inside him, waking up, swallowing the new batch suspended over the Demon Refining Stone Mill in one gulp, and then plunging right back into cultivation.

Days went by, three months passed. Relying on the Primordial Demon Liquid, Fang Yuan's cultivation had reached the very peak of mid-Eighth Tier.

By now, the Demon Refining Stone Mill had stopped turning; all the demon flesh inside had been completely refined away.

A dark red orb formed of countless droplets of Primordial Demon Liquid floated before Fang Yuan, its interior turning to several liquid threads connecting to him, feeding his cultivation ceaselessly.

Fang Yuan continued refining the Primordial Demon Liquid, blood-colored spiritual light radiating from his body, demonic energy surging, his aura pushing to its absolute limit, unable to go further—yet with a faint hint of breakthrough upwards.

At this point, if he could just break through the bottleneck, Fang Yuan could ascend to late Eighth Tier.

Boom!

Suddenly, a rumble came from within Fang Yuan, catching Jiang Che's attention.

Blood light burst from Fang Yuan, the presence of late Eighth Tier swept out—his overpowering might on full display.

Roar!

Fang Yuan threw his head back and howled, then slowly opened his eyes, joy written all over his face.

Fast! That was insanely fast!

This Primordial Demon Liquid is pure gold. These demons aren't enemies at all—they're treasures delivered right to my door!

Next, the light in Fang Yuan's eyes grew even brighter as he stared at the basketball-sized, dark red liquid sphere floating before him.

If this Demon Monarch refines all of this, maybe... just maybe, I'll reach Tier Nine!

"Old Second, are you going to keep cultivating, or set the refining aside for now and head into the Ancestral Demon Realm?"

After waiting three months, Jiang Che finally flew over with his question.

Three whole months in Demon Valley—Jiang Che was getting sick of the place.

"Big Brother, I've decided not to go to the Ancestral Demon Realm for now. I'm going to finish refining all this Primordial Demonic Qi first!"

Fang Yuan didn't even hesitate as he answered.

The reason he wanted into the Ancestral Demon Realm was to speed up cultivation, boost his strength, but now that he had all this Primordial Demon Liquid, naturally he didn't need to venture into danger for the time being.

And who knows, maybe more idiots from the Ancestral Demon Realm would teleport over and keep him supplied with Primordial Demonic Qi. Heh heh...

"In that case, you should head to Peach Grove Valley for closed-door cultivation! After all, I can't stay in Demon Valley forever playing bodyguard for you.

As for the Ancestral Demon Realm channel, I'll seal it with thunder. If any demon experts teleport over from the other side, I'll sense it instantly."

Jiang Che nodded.

"Alright!" Fang Yuan didn't refuse either.

So, after Jiang Che coated the spatial channel with a layer of dazzling thunder, he took Fang Yuan back to Peach Grove Valley.

Time flowed by, and in a flash, two years passed.

Boom!

In the peaceful Peach Grove Valley, all of a sudden, an aura different from Jiang Che's Tier Nine power shot up to the sky.

"Hahaha! This Demon Monarch has succeeded! Tier Nine Imperial Realm is nothing special!"