Within the Divine Puppet Sect, there are not many records about the Guanghan Palace.

All they know is that Guanghan Palace is a legendary relic left by ancient immortals, containing treasures left by immortals. There are countless spiritual pills, exquisite pill recipes, and numerous opportunities, but the specifics remain unknown.

The only recorded instance is that the first ancestor of Medicine King Valley once obtained a Divine Fusion Pill from the outskirts of Guanghan Palace.

For countless years, the Divine Puppet Sect has never given up searching for Guanghan Palace, but to no avail. This is the first time they've received a clue.

If it weren't a critical time, Daoist Sparrow would have gone himself; otherwise, the entire Divine Puppet Sect would have mobilized to explore.

"The Divine Fusion Pill can give a cultivator at the initial stage of Divine Transformation a thirty percent chance to break through to the mid-stage, and a mid-stage cultivator a ten percent chance to advance to the late stage."

"If Guanghan Palace is truly discovered, I must go there!" Xu Hei thought to himself.

For a Divine Transformation cultivator, breaking through is as difficult as ascending to the heavens. With the resources on Divine Continent Star, one could sit in meditation for a lifetime without encountering such an opportunity.

Not to mention, Guanghan Palace might hold the secret to ascension.

The set of flying swords he crafted before had lost their significance after Xu Hei reached Divine Transformation, so he bestowed them all to the younger Elemental Infants.

Although flying swords are not Xu Hei's strongest means, having more skills is never a burden. If he had a complete set of fifth-tier flying swords, even the Great Star Sword Formation could suppress a mid-stage Divine Transformation cultivator.

Xu Hei took out a piece of divine phoenix wood, cut off a small section, and threw it into the Creation Furnace, along with a large amount of star meteorite iron, to begin refining.

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In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

In Tian Nan City, within Wang Yimao's cave dwelling.

That day, a piece of news arrived.

"Demonic cultivators are causing trouble in the Western Cang Realm, most cities have been destroyed, and a small country was blood-sacrificed overnight? Hmph, demonic cultivators again." Wang Yimao looked at the information, lost in thought.

"Senior Brother Wang, should we report this to the higher-ups?" asked a fellow disciple beside him.

"No need, Grandmaster Xu is still in seclusion! Can't I handle such a small matter?"

Wang Yimao was confident, having gained many benefits from his merits in battle, including a life-saving flying sword bestowed by Xu Hei. Without a Divine Transformation cultivator, who could deal with him?

On Divine Continent Star, as long as he didn't recklessly venture into dangerous places, he could practically walk unchallenged.

Moreover, dealing with demonic cultivator disturbances was a routine task for the sect, not worth worrying about. If every little issue required alarming the higher-ups, then Divine Transformation cultivators wouldn't need to go into seclusion.

More importantly, he knew that two ancestors were on Moon Star carrying out a secret mission, and the higher-ups were short-handed, making it the perfect time for disciples like them to share the burden.

Wang Yimao immediately formed a team of three and headed to the scene.

Accompanying him were two core disciples. Although the Divine Puppet Sect practiced a competitive approach, no one would engage in internal strife during critical times.

Two hours later, he arrived at the scene, within the borders of the blood-washed small country.

From a distance, he could smell the stench of blood, the ground stained red, clearly the work of someone with malicious intent.

Wang Yimao released dozens of puppets for a carpet search but found no lingering traces.

Gradually, Wang Yimao felt an ominous premonition. Sensing something amiss, he immediately took out a communication talisman, hesitating whether to disturb Grandmaster Xu.

"Got you."

Suddenly, a chilling voice whispered in his ear.

Wang Yimao turned his head to see a crimson human face right beside him, just inches away.

He looked down at his chest, which was empty, his beating heart held in the enemy's hand.

His two companions were in the same state, their abdomens hollowed out, their organs removed.

In just an instant, the enemy had closed in and delivered a fatal blow! They hadn't even noticed how the opponent struck, not even triggering their protective magical treasures.

"An alien cultivator... invasion..."

Wang Yimao's consciousness blurred, a final thought emerging in his mind.

Suddenly, his figure vanished into thin air.

The heart beating in the enemy's hand turned into a useless paper figure.

When Wang Yimao reappeared, he was in a distant forest, accompanied by a familiar middle-aged cultivator in a bagua robe, eyes solemn—it was Wang Ding.

At this moment, Wang Ding was forming hand seals, sweating profusely.

"Brother Wang?" Wang Yimao exclaimed in surprise.

"Run!"

Without a word, Wang Ding crushed the Great Teleportation Talisman in his hand, disappearing on the spot.

Wang Yimao hurriedly crushed his own teleportation talisman. The next second, a sharp claw descended from the sky, shattering the rocks into dust.

"It's actually a technique of causality!"

The crimson youth stood in place, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then he licked his lips excitedly.

"Heh, you think you can escape after being targeted by me?"

The crimson youth sneered, his pupils bloodshot, and pursued in the direction Wang Yimao disappeared.

With each step, he moved instantly, crossing thousands of miles, clearly a Divine Transformation cultivator.

Wang Yimao never imagined he would encounter a Divine Transformation cultivator. He dared not hesitate, and as he fled, he took out the communication talisman to send a distress signal to Xu Hei, simultaneously summoning the life-saving flying sword given by Xu Hei.

"Got you again!"

Just after completing these actions, the ghostly voice sounded in his ear once more.

Too fast!

Even with the Great Teleportation Talisman, he couldn't escape for more than two breaths before being caught again.

Wang Yimao was already on alert. Looking down, he saw a claw had already pierced his chest.

"Slash!"

Suddenly, a flying sword shot out, severing the claw, blood splattering. Wang Yimao quickly burned his lifespan to flee once more.

Xiong Yan stood in place, looking at his severed arm and the fleeting flying sword. Instead of anger, his lips curled into a grin, his eyes filled with excitement and ecstasy.

"I remember this aura!"

"To think you've also reached the Divine Transformation stage! A Divine Transformation flood dragon, if I devour you, what a great supplement it would be, hahaha!"

Xiong Yan could no longer contain himself, laughing maniacally, his body trembling with excitement.

At this moment, he stopped playing cat and mouse. He glanced at the fleeing Wang Yimao and raised his hand to grab from afar.

"Crack!"

The space beside Wang Yimao suddenly exploded, a bloody hand bursting out, spanning thousands of miles, grabbing his throat with lightning speed.

Dealing with an Elemental Infant junior, even if he wasn't in his true form, he could easily capture him, leaving no chance for escape.

If not for the life-saving item delaying him, he could have captured the other fleeing person as well.

"Kid, since you have that flood dragon's life-saving item, you must be closely related. I'll give you one stick of incense's time to bring him here to die!"

Xiong Yan pulled Wang Yimao close, directly breaking his limbs, sneering coldly.