Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The Thirteen Divinities guarding the Demon Pavilion had sharp eyes, naturally, they could clearly see the relationship between the two.    

Kong Lie had specifically asked Kong Tuo Ling to stay behind, on one hand, it was to accompany Ye Feng, and on the other hand, it was to promote their friendly relationship.    

Everyone present believed that this Divine Maple Young Master would definitely become a powerhouse amongst the demon race in the future!    

Kong Tuo was on good terms with Ye Feng. This was his good fortune and also a great opportunity.    

Over the next few days, Ye Feng spent peacefully in the demon pavilion.    

Other than cultivating, he spent most of his time in the Demon Pavilion's library. He would occasionally drink tea with Kong Tuo Ling and chat with him.    

Of course, the Heaven's Pride of the demon race would often come to pay their respects to Ye Feng. They all knew Ye Feng was part of the Divine Owl clan and wanted to form a relationship with him.    

Regarding this, Ye Feng appeared to be extremely arrogant. He did not see any of the heaven's pride experts who came to pay their respects. Even so, no one dared to say anything about Ye Feng. Instead, they all believed that it was only right.    

The Monster race respected strength and bloodline.    

The more arrogant Ye Feng was, the more admiration the demon clan had for him.    

… ….    

In the library, Ye Feng was flipping through ancient books that recorded all kinds of supernatural power.    

Such an ancient book could only be used as a reference and a tool to expand the knowledge of normal demi-humans.    

But to him, it was a huge treasure trove.    

Normally, the Monster race would only be able to use spells related to themselves. They were not able to use the spells of other races.    

However, Ye Feng was different. He could turn into thousands of races, and he could use the powers of each race. He could even use them better than the original ones.    

This was the most frightening aspect of the Celestial Demon Slaying Sage. Gathering all the commanders of the demon race in the world. The changes were myriad, profound and unfathomable.    

Of course, there were many demons in the world, and their sacred arts were as vast as the ocean. If one wanted to learn all of them, it would be akin to a dream, and even if they learned it, it would still take an endless amount of time.    

Ye Feng understood this, so he wasn't too greedy. He specifically picked out the most extraordinary sacred art from ancient books.    

Tens of thousands of monstrous beasts all had their own unique features.    

He was learning from their originality, gathering hundreds of their strengths, making his battle prowess even more terrifying.    

In just a few days, Ye Feng had learned a lot of superpowers. His growth speed was so fast that even he himself was shocked.    

"The current me, exactly how strong am I?"    

Ye Feng slightly clenched his fist. The vast knowledge he obtained from the library turned into vast nutrients and continuously increased his strength.    

"The Hidden Technique of the Black Turtle Dao …"    

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. Among the many supernatural powers that he had mastered, there were a few that were extremely powerful and had extraordinary potential. They were highly valued by Ye Feng.    

The Hidden Black Turtle Dao was one of them. This was the most prized ability of the Black Turtle Clan, being able to conceal itself in the void and retract all of its aura.    

It was recorded in the ancient books that when one cultivated this ability to a profound level, it could even avoid the inspection of the great Dao of heaven and earth, completely merging into nothingness, concealing one's destiny and forbidding further tribulations.    

Aside from these spells, there were also many other spells that Ye Feng was very envious of, but he couldn't cultivate them.    

This was because these sacred arts belonged to a reclusive race that had the highest bloodlines and had not been seen for many years, just like the Xiao Clan.    

The Celestial Demon Slayer's sacred art also had its weaknesses. If one didn't know what demons looked like, they wouldn't be able to transform themselves, so Ye Feng could only look at the sacred art and not cultivate.    

"Still, it's enough."    

Ye Feng's lips curled up into a smile. The library of the Demon Pavilion was a treasure in his eyes. Other than the sacred art, there was also a lot of important knowledge. He even wanted to read through all the books here.    

Flipping through an ancient book, Ye Feng was ready to study it when he saw a blinding light shining outside the window like a sun, blinding Ye Feng.    

"This is bad!"    

"Ah!" "Run, run!    

"Rumble …"    

Waves of screams accompanied by deafening explosions shook Ye Feng's heart. What happened? A powerful enemy attacked? How did the other party barge into the demon pavilion?    

Ye Feng hurriedly circulated his Yuan Li to dispel the effect of the halo on his eyes. His vision gradually returned to its blurry state.    

The halo had already dissipated. Through the window, Ye Feng could vaguely see a blurry figure rampaging around the Demon Pavilion, killing in every direction.    

Many of the indistinct Heaven Chosen from the demon pavilion were currently fleeing in panic, their mouths filled with cries of terror.    

"What happened?"    

Ye Feng didn't have time to wait for his eyes to recover before he ran out of the library. The elder of the library had long since rushed out ahead of him.    

The elder was of the Flood Dragon Clan, and was at the ninth level of the sage realm. His strength was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was filled with shock. He stood blankly in front of the door of the library.    

"Elder Jiao Yuan, what's going on?"    

Ye Feng could not help but ask as he moved closer to Elder Jiao Yuan. His gaze was following the charging figure.    

His eyes gradually recovered and the scene in front of his eyes became clearer. Ye Feng saw that the figure was wearing a dark blue long robe, his hair was flying in the air, and there was a faint electrical light flashing between his brows.    

On the tip of the scepter, there was an extremely bright gem. It should have been this gem that released that blinding halo just now.    

"That, that, that is …"    

Elder Jiao Yuan stretched out an old finger and shakily whispered. He couldn't even speak.    

After Ye Feng heard these two sentences, he knew that he couldn't get any useful information from this old demon. He was about to take a few steps forward to take a good look when he saw a wave of demonic aura rushing towards him.    

"Honorable Priest, what happened to you?"    

"Lord, please stop!"    

"If you continue to fight, the entire Monster Pavilion will be destroyed by you!"    

Jin Zhenhai took the lead and, together with the other demon pavilion guards, stepped forward to face the azure-robed figure.    

At this moment, Ye Feng also understood from their words that the existence that was rampaging about was the demon race's priest.    

"What happened to him?"    

Ye Feng looked at the demon clan priest with suspicion. His senses were sharp and he vaguely sensed that there was something wrong with the demon clan priest.    

It wasn't just the priest's actions, but also the priest's aura. It was a mess, and his consciousness seemed to be in chaos.    

Jin Zhenhai led his 12 Gods to surround the priest. Streams of demonic Qi turned into chains and pierced through the air, wrapping around the priest.    

"Bam!"    

A loud sound was heard. The priest held the Blood Crystal scepter in his hand. As he waved it, a majestic and boundless demonic energy swept out, shattering the chains one after another.    

Jin Zhenhai and the twelve gods were caught off guard. They spat out mouthfuls of blood as they flew backwards.    

The Demonic Priest was also known as the High Priest. He was the leader of the various Demonic Clan Priests, and was also one of the Elders in the Elder Hall.    

The most important thing was that the High Priest had a cultivation base at the ninth level of God Stage. Jin Zhenhai, the strongest of the Demonic Pavilion, was only at the fifth level of God Stage;    

"Buzz!"    

After forcing the gods to retreat with one move, the High Priest waved his scepter again. The gem on top of the scepter once again emitted a dazzling light. With his previous experience, Ye Feng quickly closed his eyes.    

Using his Spiritual Sense to check, Ye Feng only had time to see the endless radiance condensing into a bright sun. The next moment, his Spiritual Sense was filled with endless brilliance!    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]