The Soul Split preferred by the Heart Demon tribe varies; some believe that the demon beasts have incredibly strong physical bodies and also possess bloodline divine abilities, choosing demon beasts as their soul split;

Some believe that other bloodlines of the Demon Race are extraordinary and align with their own system, allowing for an effortless mastery, so they choose other powerful Demon Race bloodlines as their soul split.

But in Tian Mang's eyes, his favorite is the Human Race, which has no bloodline divine abilities, and whose system is entirely different from the Demon Race, with all its strength derived from cultivation!

Heaven is fair; the Human Race does not have strong physical bodies or noble bloodlines, so they possess infinite potential.

And this human sword cultivator named Lu Qingshan is peerless in his potential even across the entire Human Race.

This is the best soul split.

"Stop hiding, come out for me!" Without wasting any more time, Tian Mang calmly spoke to the volcano, "Otherwise, I won't be polite."

He placed his hands behind his back, and the oppressive aura he emitted made it hard to breathe, leaving no doubt that once he took action, the world would fall apart.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, a red light shot out from the volcano, pausing in mid-air, from which a figure emerged.

Tian Mang glanced, his heart sank.

Because the figure that appeared was not the Lu Qingshan he was yearning for, but an absolutely stunning woman in palace attire, with vermilion lips and jade-like countenance, graceful and light.

His Control Fate divine skill only sensed one primordial spirit.

And since a woman appeared before him, it was impossible that there was a second creature present, meaning that Lu Qingshan was not hiding here.

Tian Mang stared intently at the woman, the atmosphere so oppressive it seemed to solidify.

"Who are you, and why have you appeared here?" Tian Mang asked coldly, exuding a murderous aura.

"Self-cultivation, self-cultivation...." Qin Yitian silently recited in her heart, recalling her experiences staying by the Young Master's side all these years, forcing herself to calm down, her thoughts racing.

It had been several hours since Lu Qingshan condensed the Law Domain seed.

Logically, once the Law Domain seed is condensed, opening a Law Domain should be just a matter of course.

These hours should have been enough time for Lu Qingshan to have opened a Law Domain.

But common sense always fails with their Young Master.

Until now, Lu Qingshan had not awakened from his meditation, while the Demon Race had already arrived ahead of them.

Qin Yitian understood.

She must buy sufficient time for the Young Master.

She was not afraid of Tian Mang.

Because as the spirit of a Taoist artifact, it's hard for her to fall.

The question was how to draw Tian Mang's attention from the volcano below onto herself?

In the next moment.

Qin Yitian's face showed a look of terror.

Boom!

A blazing red sword light flashed, bursting out, and simultaneously, Qin Yitian's figure disappeared.

Formless Sword Escape.

For the sword spirit who has inherited the Sword Master's talent, mastering Formless Sword Escape was not a difficult task.

"Is that the sword of that sword cultivator?!"

The features of the Dragon Sparrow were too distinctive, and Tian Mang recognized it instantly.

"How could his sword be in the hands of a woman before me?" Tian Mang also understood that a sword cultivator's life-bound sword could not be wielded by others.

"Could it be that this woman is Lu Qingshan in disguise?" He even had this outrageous suspicion arise in his heart.

Yet in an instant, he dismissed the thought.

The person was right there, and he didn't detect any trace of an illusion technique.

It was impossible for a Sixth Realm cultivator's illusion technique to be impenetrable even to him, an Eighth Grade Second Forging Demon Lord, right?

"Forget it, why overthink, capture her first then talk, hehe...." A sinister smile appeared on Tian Mang's lips.

"In front of me, you think you can escape?"

Suddenly, a beam of light shot from Tian Mang's eyes, too swift for the naked eye to catch.

In an instant, the sword light that Qin Yitian had transformed into was bound by this beam, and she fell out from the sword light.

Then, Qin Yitian noticed that she was suspended in the void, immovable.

A mocking smile appeared at the corners of Tian Mang's lips as he flickered into the air before Qin Yitian, gazing at the Dragon Sparrow floating before him.

"Tell me, where did you get this sword?"

Qin Yitian gazed at Tian Mang, who was covered in golden armor, then glanced at the dozens of First Tribulation Realm demonic cultivators behind him, weakly lowering her eyelids and remaining silent.

By not answering, Tian Mang's attention would remain focused on coercing her.

This way, she could buy Lu Qingshan some more time.

"Young Master, this is all I can do."

"Not speaking?" Tian Mang said coldly, "Then don't blame me for being cruel. Such a beautiful woman, forcing me to torture her, I really don't want to do such cruel things, hehe...."

A layer of viscous, blood-like scarlet light emerged on Tian Mang's hand, harboring a special corrosive and polluting power.

His scarlet hand extended like a demonic claw, slowly reaching towards Qin Yitian's swan-like neck, intending to grasp it.

"But if you force my hand, don't blame me for crushing the flowers." Tian Mang laughed savagely.

A glimmer of unwillingness flashed in the lowered eyelids of Qin Yitian.

She was the spirit of a Taoist artifact, not fearing death.

But being manipulated by a demon tribe like this was an unimaginable humiliation for a Taoist artifact spirit.

Yet at this moment, to buy time for the Young Master, she could only grit her teeth and endure this humiliation.

Whoosh!

Tian Mang's hand whistled as it came.

Qin Yitian could already feel the decaying aura exuding from the demonic claw, making her almost want to vomit.

Just as Tian Mang's demonic claw was about to seize Qin Yitian's neck and lift her.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the decaying power abruptly halting.

A familiar voice, stirring a sourness at the tip of her nose, was heard.

"Dare you?"