"From now on, you belong only to Yang Tian alone!"

Yang Tian's attitude became very resolute.

His soul merged with Wu Zetian's soul.

Wu Zetian started crying.

She wanted to resist with her soul, but it was futile; her soul, silent for over a thousand years, enjoyed the touch of Yang Tian's soul.

Yet in her heart, she thought of Emperor Gaozong of Tang.

In this world, only Emperor Gaozong of Tang was worthy of her.

But now, her soul had been violated by Yang Tian's soul, and Yang Tian was her disciple and also Emperor Gaozong of Tang's disciple.

The soul was filled with joy.

The heart was filled with pain.

This was Wu Zetian's mixed emotions at that moment.

No one knew how much time had passed, until the sky displayed hints of dawn, and Yang Tian withdrew his soul, leaving Wu Zetian sitting on the ground, staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.

"Master's wife, let's go back..."

Yang Tian wanted to help Wu Zetian up.

Slap!

But Wu Zetian slapped Yang Tian's hand away, saying coldly, "Yang Tian, you rebellious wretch, your master will be back to execute your nine generations. Even if you have obtained my soul, you will never get my body, nor more my heart!"

She spoke coldly, then turned her back and walked into the Demon Emperor Hall.

Watching Wu Zetian's icy figure disappear, Yang Tian felt a wave of arrogance: Rest assured, as long as you are still here, one day, I will get you to the double bed!

Previously, Yang Tian only felt respect towards Wu Zetian.

But now, Yang Tian had many more thoughts.

This is love blossoming!

Emperor Gaozong of Tang planted the seed of love within Yang Tian, encouraging Yang Tian to actively pursue Wu Zetian.

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderous noise came from a distance.

A gleam flashed in Yang Tian's eyes, and his figure flickered as he flew out.

He flew for half an hour and reached deep within the Sand Demon Forest.

Slap!

Yang Tian arrived in front of the Demon Tree, directing his Divine Sense towards it, feeling the presence of the Demon Tree clearly.

"Reveal!"

Yang Tian waved his hand.

The Demon Tree quickly transformed from invisibility to a tangible state.

"Whoa, it's grown so tall!"

Yang Tian was jolted as he saw the Demon Tree before him.

A few hours ago, the Demon Tree was only as tall as a person, but now, it had grown to the size of a mountain.

Its roots were deeply buried into the earth, stretching outwards, constantly absorbing nutrients from the Demon Land.

The tree crown was wide enough to be embraced by hundreds of Celestial Demons.

The trunk was like a mountain wall, the branches like roads, and the leaves like a boat hull.

In just a few hours, the Demon Tree had grown to such a scale, leaving Yang Tian astounded.

Yang Tian directed his Divine Sense upwards to the Demon Tree.

Soon, a trace of doubt emerged in his eyes.

Above the Demon Tree, he distinctly sensed the presence of a Demon Bud.

This Demon Bud, like an unripe fruit, was as large as a Celestial Demon, yet inside was empty, merely a simple Demon Bud.

Whoosh!

Yang Tian's figure flickered, appearing in front of the Demon Bud.

"Strange, this whole Heaven-Reaching Demon Tree seems to have only this one Demon Bud. Does it mean, only when the Demon Tree grows as large as the Demon Realm, will multiple Demon Buds appear on its branches?"

Yang Tian pondered.

But for now, having one Demon Bud was enough to excite Yang Tian.

"I'll try to see if I can cultivate a Magical Treasure using the Demon Bud!"

Yang Tian turned his hand, revealing a piece of scrap iron.

He wanted to use the Demon Bud to transform the scrap in his hand into a Magical Treasure!

Just as Yang Tian attempted to put the scrap iron into the Demon Bud, he realized it was sealed, with no opening and no Spiritual Breath conduction.

"How can I put the scrap iron inside the Demon Bud now? Could it be through Spiritual Breath?"

Yang Tian speculated.

Whoosh!

A surge of Spiritual Breath emanated from Yang Tian's hand.

He enveloped the scrap iron with this Spiritual Breath, forcibly trying to insert it into the Demon Bud, but quickly found this method ineffective.

"This is troublesome now!"

A trace of doubt appeared in Yang Tian's eyes.

How could he open the Demon Bud and place the scrap iron inside?

Suddenly, Yang Tian noticed a Demon Seal on the Demon Bud. Though small, Yang Tian discerned it in an instant.

His Divine Sense explored the Demon Seal and recognized traces of the Demon Race's breath upon it.

"Could this open the Demon Bud?"

Yang Tian pressed his palm onto the Demon Seal.

Yet the Demon Bud remained unchanged.

"Is it necessary to use the Demon Race's Demon Breath?"

Yang Tian hurriedly donned the magical coat originally belonging to the Celestial Demon King.

Whoosh!

Yang Tian extended his palm, filled with Demon Breath, then pressed towards the Demon Seal on the Demon Bud.

A surge of Demon Breath flowed from the magical coat, injecting into the Demon Seal.

Boom!

A thunderous sound echoed.

A lightning bolt descended from the skies, striking the Demon Bud heavily.

The next second, the Demon Bud opened a crack.

"Success!"

Yang Tian was somewhat thrilled.

Unexpectedly, this Demon Bud required the Demon Realm's Demon Breath to be opened.

Yang Tian did not belong to the Demon Realm.

But he possessed the magical coat, originally belonging to the Celestial Demon King.

With the coat, Yang Tian could wield the Celestial Demon King's Demon Breath.

"Now that the Demon Bud is open, the next step is putting in scrap iron, transforming it into a Magical Treasure with the Demon Tree!"

Yang Tian placed the scrap iron into the Demon Bud.

Silence engulfed the area.

Yang Tian waited quietly.

As time slowly passed, the Demon Bud appeared unchanged with no waves of Demon Breath.

Yang Tian directed his Divine Sense, commanding the Demon Tree to initiate transformation.

Whoosh!

The entire Demon Tree began to glow, emitting a series of strong and holy rays.

This time, Yang Tian felt the boiling Demon Breath within the Demon Bud.

Soon, this Demon Bud would utilize immense Spiritual Breath from the Demon Realm to transform the scrap iron into a Magical Treasure.

Yang Tian only needed to wait.

Time ticked away.

No one knew how much time had passed, when Yang Tian suddenly furrowed his brow.

Looking up, he saw a blood-red halo above the Heaven-Reaching Demon Tree.

"What is this situation?"

Yang Tian frowned.

Upon close inspection, he realized the blood-red halo emerged from where the celestial thunder struck.

The celestial thunder hit the Demon Bud before it automatically opened a crack.

Evidently, this celestial thunder was generated by Yang Tian operating the magical coat's Demon Breath.

Yet Yang Tian found it odd that the blood-red halo lingered stubbornly.

Yang Tian kept his gaze fixed on the halo hovering in the sky.

At this moment, the perplexing thing was the surge of powerful Demon Breath emanating from the halo.

"A demon is coming!"

Yang Tian remarked.

A Celestial Demon soared out of the blood-red halo, growling coldly before touching the ground: "Who has stolen this king's magical coat?"

"Celestial Demon King!"

Yang Tian thought to himself: How unfortunate, using the Celestial Demon King's magical coat to open the Demon Bud has summoned the true Celestial Demon King!