The blood-red sun hung fixed in the center, illuminating the grim and hazy Demon Realm. In the valley, everyone grew tense upon hearing Ye Yun’s words.
Their cultivation was being devoured by the demon seed in their bellies moment by moment, yet if they didn’t cultivate, the demon seed would consume their flesh and blood. Thus, they toiled by day and cultivated by night, but even so, apart from their divine sense, which had grown due to the constant fear in the Demon Realm, they were no different from ordinary people.
“Kid, hurry up and deal with their demon seeds first.” Xue Daoguang also understood the urgency of the situation. Being in the Demon Realm, if they were surrounded by demons, escaping would be difficult.
“Why not take them with us while we deal with it?” Ye Yun couldn't help but ask, puzzled. At this moment, his divine sense had already extended for a thousand miles around, and he could already detect numerous demons rushing towards them.
“Fellow Daoist, the demon seed carries the mark of the one who sowed it. No matter where you flee, you cannot escape! Unless their demon seeds are removed,” Zhao Youqin said from the side.
A divine sense mark? Ye Yun was stunned. His divine sense swept over the middle-aged man before him, from head to toe, meticulously examining every inch.
Under Ye Yun’s terrifying divine sense, he finally found it within the man’s dantian. The mark was like a birthmark, attached to the inner wall of the dantian, very faint and difficult to detect without careful observation.
“Is there any way to remove this thing?” Ye Yun asked, looking at the mark, his brow furrowed.
“Of course, as long as your divine sense…” Zhao Youqin answered instinctively, then suddenly remembered Ye Yun’s formidable divine sense and became agitated. He immediately began to instruct Ye Yun on how to remove the divine sense mark.
In reality, removing this mark required a divine sense twice as powerful as the one who cast it. A powerful divine sense could directly break it by force, even causing a certain degree of backlash to the caster.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Yun opened his eyes and looked at the impassive expression of the middle-aged man named Li Lichí. He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. The pain of forcefully breaking the mark was something that ordinary people could hardly bear, but these humans, having suffered inhuman torture from the demons since birth, had become accustomed to the sensation of pain, even numb to it.
With the mark broken, Ye Yun’s hands did not remain idle. He formed a claw with his right hand towards Li Lichí, his grey true essence surging. The preface and first layer of the Great Nirvana Art churned in his mind, and seven rays of golden light reappeared above his head.
In moments, a black vortex materialized in Ye Yun’s claw, and an identical vortex appeared behind him, though this one was nearly thirty feet wide!
A powerful suction emanated from the vortex, instantly engulfing the entire valley.
“Damn, this kid’s talent is simply god-tier! Our ancestors’ life’s work, and he’s mastered the first layer of the Great Nirvana Art in just half a day!” Xue Daoguang exclaimed, staring at the black vortex.
“What concerns me more is that Fellow Daoist Ye is not only absorbing the energy of the demon seeds but also using his divine sense to remove the marks for everyone. He’s multitasking, no, his divine sense is simultaneously helping everyone remove their marks. This…” Zhao Youqin, enduring the pain of his dantian’s demon seed energy being devoured, could not help but marvel at Ye Yun’s methods.
“A monster! His talent and comprehension are unparalleled, and his divine sense is terrifying,” Xue Daoguang lamented, feeling the suction force emanating from him. He quickly retreated from the valley, as their spiritual bodies were most vulnerable to this kind of energy consumption.
Time trickled by. From the dantians of the more than thirteen hundred people in the valley, wisps of black demon essence emerged like fine black threads, connecting to the massive vortex behind Ye Yun. It resembled a colossal spiderweb, rapidly devouring the demon essence within their dantians and converting it into energy within Ye Yun’s sea of dantian. Their distended bellies, like those of pregnant women, began to shrink rapidly.
All thirteen hundred-plus people displayed expressions of agony, clenching their teeth. Not a single one cried out, as if making a sound would be a disgrace.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Ye Yun looked at them, their eyes shining with an inexplicable light.
He felt his dantian become vaster, his meridians more expansive and resilient, and even his physical body had become more robust under the purification of these demon essences!
Suddenly, Ye Yun raised his head and looked at the overcast sky, his brow furrowing once more.
“Li Lichí! Go and bring me your energy pills and their seeds now!” Ye Yun said to Li Lichí, who seemed to be in a state of exhilaration.
Ye Yun had his own selfish motives for saving them. On Earth, within half a year, the production of nutrient fluid would gradually be unable to keep up with the consumption rate, leading to severe supply and demand issues.
He currently possessed a dew collector, but who could guarantee it would be sufficient as time passed? Therefore, the more of these items he had, the better.
Soon, Li Lichí, accompanied by several villagers, carried two large iron chests. Li Lichí himself held a palm-sized iron box with both hands and solemnly handed it to Ye Yun.
“Benefactor, this is the seed of the ‘energy pill.’ This energy pill is very strange. The demon who gave us the seeds initially provided 1,300 of them. However, after each harvest, only 1,300 energy pills can be used as seeds; the rest must be consumed.”
“These two chests contain the energy pills that are to be submitted to the demons this month, a total of 76,700 pills. Each energy pill seed can cultivate 59 energy pills and 1 seed.”
Li Lichí said to Ye Yun, his eyes filled with gratitude.
The appearance of the energy pill on this journey to the Demon Realm was an unexpected boon. Based on the ratio of this energy pill to nutrient fluid, one pill was equivalent to ten liters. And according to Li Lichí’s stated yield, this was equivalent to 767 tons of nutrient fluid produced monthly! This quantity was not small!
At the very least, this output was sufficient for Dragon Palace’s annual usage. Most importantly, storing this energy pill was more convenient than nutrient fluid, and it was also easier to use.
“Zhao Youqin, Li Lichí, hurry up and organize your people to retreat! More and more demons are approaching from all directions. I’ll have my pet escort you to the spatial node,” Ye Yun said to the two after collecting the energy pills and seeds into his spatial ring.
The two quickly went to organize the evacuation. After Zhao Youqin revealed his identity to them, he instantly became revered as an ancestor by these people, his prestige soaring.