92: Chapter 92: The Demon Race's Hearts Return! The Dragon Mother's Conquest Progresses Faster!

Deep in the North Mountain, outside the Ancestral Witch Cave.

When Su Feng appeared before Tu Shan Ya and the Great Witch again, he seemed somewhat silent.

The sorrow and hatred from the ancient Yao Emperor seemed to still linger on him.

A glint of light flashed in the Great Witch's cloudy old eyes as he asked tentatively:

"May I ask, Head of the Su Family... did you see the Lord Yao Emperor?"

Su Feng nodded. He did not hide what he knew and revealed the cruel truth of "using corpses to nourish the tree."

"It really is so!!"

Tu Shan Ya's eyes instantly reddened, and her chest heaved violently. Her towering rage made the phantom of nine tails behind her flicker in and out of existence.

She hadn't expected that the god the Yao Race had worshipped for ten thousand years was merely fertilizer used by others to grow a tree!

"Heaven's will... this is Heaven's will..."

The Great Witch's eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he saw the dawn within the darkness. He...

...trembling, leaned on his staff and suddenly faced Su Feng, dropping heavily onto one knee!

"Grandpa Great Witch, what are you doing?" Tu Shan Ya was startled and hurriedly went to support him.

"Xiao Ya! Do not be disrespectful to the person of destiny!! Kneel down quickly!" The Great Witch turned and scolded her sternly.

Tu Shan Ya pointed at Su Feng, her face full of disbelief: "Him?! I..."

"Kneel down!!"

In Tu Shan Ya's memory, the Great Witch had never been so severe.

She bit her red lips and eventually obeyed the order, reluctantly bending her body toward Su Feng and kneeling on one knee, revealing a glimpse of her snowy-white cleavage.

The Great Witch's voice was desolate and solemn:

"Our Yao Race has performed deductions for ten thousand years to seek a sliver of survival. Thirteen successive Great Witches burned their Lifespans, died, and their Daos vanished, never entering Reincarnation, just to glimpse a fragment of Heaven's secrets!"

"The divination shows: the person of destiny will unlock the shackles and lead the Yao Race back to glory!"

"From this day forward, our North Mountain Demon Clan is willing to honor the Head of the Su Family as our master! We will go through mountains of blades and seas of fire, and we will not hesitate even in the face of death!"

Su Feng felt baffled.

Just like that... he had subdued a faction?

These demons are too superstitious, aren't they?

However, the Great Witch's eyes weren't blind; in these Four Lands, there truly was no one who could surpass him now.

"Rise."

Su Feng waved his hand and said indifferently, "Since you are willing to follow, then follow. As long as I live, the Yao Race shall not perish."

"Thank you, My Lord!" The Great Witch was so moved that old tears streamed down his face.

"Now, My Lord, please follow me to the Demon King Palace. I will personally explain the situation to the Demon King, consolidate the strength of the entire clan, and resist the Central Continent together!"

Su Feng thought about it and indicated there was no problem.

Now that the West Sea Dragon Clan were in-laws and the Southern Region was being integrated, if the Yao Race also submitted, only the Eastern Mausoleum would be left in the Four Regions Alliance.

"Roar—!!"

A tiger's roar shook the heavens.

The Great Witch's figure blurred as he revealed his true form.

It was a white-browed divine tiger, thirty meters long and covered in dark gold demonic patterns!

The demonic aura of a Half-step Spirit Transformation permeated the air, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

"My Lord, please take your seat! It will take half a day's journey to reach the Demon King Palace." The Great Witch lowered his massive head, signaling Su Feng to mount.

"Half a day?"

Su Feng frowned slightly. That was too slow.

He decisively took out the [yin-yang life and death diagram] and tossed it to Tu Shan Ya:

"Take the diagram and go ahead with the Great Witch. I'm going inside to take care of some business; I'll come out once we arrive."

"Eh?"

While Tu Shan Ya was dazed, Su Feng's figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot, entering the diagram.

The Great Witch used his Divine Sense to perceive it, only to find that the scroll was like a deep abyss or a vast ocean, impossible to probe to the bottom. He couldn't help but marvel even more:

"A world of its own... This item is likely an Immortal treasure surpassing even top-grade Spiritual Artifacts! My Lord is indeed extraordinary!"

Inside the palace of the yin-yang life and death diagram.

Su Feng flashed directly into the palace.

Ao Cangyue was sitting cross-legged on a Cold Jade Bed Cultivating. Feeling the familiar aura, she slowly opened her beautiful eyes. In that instant, a hint of hard-to-detect joy and shyness flashed through them.

"I heard yesterday that you went to the Yao Race's Forbidden Ground. What was the result?"

Su Feng sat down beside her and detailed the truth about the Great Demon of Gui Xu's severed limbs and the god transformation fruit tree.

Upon hearing this, Ao Cangyue was stunned, her beautiful face filled with horror:

"This!! The Upper Realm Immortals actually did something so contrary to the heavens?! Using the living beings of an entire realm as fertilizer... does the Heavenly Dao allow such a thing to happen?"

"Heavenly Dao?"

Su Feng let out a cold laugh and sighed:

"No matter where you are, if you open every page of a history book, two words are clearly written—cannibalism!"

"The strong eat the weak, and the Upper Realm eats the Lower Realm. The so-called rules are nothing more than a game set by the strong."

"Therefore..."

Su Feng's expression became more serious than ever as he looked at Ao Cangyue with burning eyes:

"We need to speed up. We must make sure you reach the Soul Transformation Breakthrough before the Central Continent comes to harvest!"

Ao Cangyue also nodded very solemnly in agreement.

Su Feng suddenly spoke: "In that case! Let's begin!"

Ao Cangyue was stunned: "Ah? So suddenly..."

Although the two of them had engaged in many verbal battles over the past few days, Ao Cangyue still felt shy every time Su Feng was so direct.

"Time is precious; we must seize every moment."

Su Feng wasted no words and gently stroked Ao Cangyue's waterfall-like long hair.

"Mmm~~~"

...

Two hours later.

[Pity Progress: 4998/10000]

Su Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air and leaned against the headboard, looking at Ao Cangyue's slightly swollen, delicate red lips and her ripe, seductive body.

After pondering for a moment, he quietly leaned into her ear and whispered a few words.

"What?!"

After hearing him, Ao Cangyue covered her mouth and backed away two steps like a startled rabbit, her face flushing like a sunset, even the tips of her ears burning:

"No... No! This definitely won't do!"

Su Feng sighed helplessly.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, but you've seen it yourself. This wastes too much time; the efficiency is too low!"

"At first, we only needed half an hour, but now it has increased to two hours! If we don't think of another way, I'm afraid..."

Su Feng stopped the topic in time, leaving the choice to Ao Cangyue.

The room fell into a dead silence.

Ao Cangyue gripped her skirt tightly with one hand, her knuckles turning white.

Reason told her that she couldn't continue like this.

But...

Thinking of the Yao Emperor who had been turned into fertilizer, and thinking that her daughter Ao Tingxin might die tragically like Ao Lin did back then...

Her instinct as a mother made her waver.

"No! I'm doing this for my daughter! For the Dragon Clan!"

Ao Cangyue swallowed hard, finding a perfect excuse for herself.

Then, she seemed to have made a resolute decision.

Those trembling jade hands slowly reached for her chest, gently untying the straps of the Purple-gold Dudou that symbolized the majesty of the Dragon King...

*Whoosh—*

The restraint slipped off.

Two magnificent snowy peaks that had been suppressed for a long time appeared, blindingly white and so towering they took one's breath away.

Four hours later.

Su Feng walked out of the palace, looking at the numbers ticking on the System panel:

[Pity Progress: 5008/10000]