No one, including Jin Yeyang, spoke about Leng Hanmei's final decision.

Jin Yeyang really wanted to go, but he was also afraid of Han Feng's strength.

I'm really afraid that I might go there and never come back.

After the eight mid-stage Mahayana practitioners passed away one after another, the rest also left.

...

The Demon Continent.

Inside the magnificent, golden hall.

"Ancestor, are you implying that Han Feng might possess four Supreme Laws?" Ancestor Li Yuan quickly reported.

"It seems my premonition was right. It seems that we absolutely cannot let these humans live. I will soon finish practicing my divine skills, and then I will descend in my true form."

The Holy Ancestor did not open his eyes, but his aura was much stronger than before.

"Should I go help too?"

Ancestor Li Yuan asked, still uneasy.

"Don't panic too much. Even if he has four supreme laws, he is only at the early stage of Mahayana. I alone am enough. If you follow me, you will be exposed."

“Ancestor, if you were to reveal your true form, wouldn’t it attract the attention of the four Ancestors? These four are no pushovers either. Once they find out, they certainly won’t let it go so easily. At that point, the secrets of the Tree of Life and the Xuan Tian Spirit-Slaying Sword will probably no longer be able to be hidden.”

"You don't need to worry about that. You know why I've been cultivating the sacred art all this time—it's all in preparation for this moment."

A young man emerged from within the body of the Holy Ancestor. Not only did he look exactly the same, but the aura he exuded was also identical.

"Ancestor, what is this?"

The ancestor of the Yuan Dynasty looked on in disbelief.

He carefully observed this "Shengyuan Ancestor" but found nothing different.

Ordinary clone techniques aren't that powerful; they can't achieve the same level of mastery between the real body and the clone.

The higher one's level and strength, the more difficult it is to achieve.

With the cultivation level of the Holy Ancestor in the late Mahayana stage, it is already quite powerful that his clone has one-tenth the strength of his main body.

"This is my backup plan. I once obtained a sacred technique for cultivating clones by chance. After mastering this technique, one can create a clone with 90% of the strength of the original body."

"For this clone technique to be so powerful, it must have many other flaws. For example, it requires a full eighty-one days of cultivation without moving, and the clones are only maintained for a short time. You should understand that this clone technique would be useless under normal circumstances, but it is a great weapon in this case," said the Holy Ancestor with a smile.

"Our ancestor is far more insightful and thoughtful than I am," said Ancestor Li Yuan, not forgetting to flatter him.

"Although I can't maintain this for long, I should be able to kill that human. Keep an eye on the other four progenitors for me, and let me know in advance if anything seems amiss."

The "Holy Ancestor" took out a magic talisman and activated it instantly by injecting magic power.

A spacetime rift as tall as a person opened instantly, and his clone entered and disappeared inside.

...

The Law of Time was the first supreme law that Han Feng cultivated, and also the one he cultivated with the most dedication.

Compared to the other three heavenly tribulations, the Time Tribulation is far more powerful.

Having survived the previous tribulations, Han Feng is about to face the final tribulation.

He suddenly felt very sleepy, and couldn't even lift his eyelids.

"I'm undergoing a tribulation, how can I fall asleep?"

Han Feng shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind.

Whether it was because he wasn't very sleepy or not, he still entered a dream.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a large bed.

The king-size bed was in a spacious palace, decorated in an extremely luxurious style.

Some of the finest spirit stones were used as ornaments, inlaid on the surface to emit a dazzling light.

There were also many rare and precious items on it used as decorations, some of which he had never seen before.

What surprised Han Feng the most was that there were three people lying on either side of him.

This is clearly a woman, dressed rather lightly.

With just the slightest movement, he could bump into the person next to him.

The three women were resting, their breathing quite even.

This gave Han Feng an absurd idea: what exactly had happened that night?

"If I'm not mistaken, I know these three people!"

Han Feng stepped forward and turned the woman's face around; it turned out to be Zi Ling.

"Ugh! I feel so tired, I want to sleep a little longer."

Zi Ling's tone was clearly tinged with resentment.

I don't know what she did last night, but she's exhausted.

Han Feng and Zi Ling were very familiar with each other, but he had never seen her look so languid and alluring.

He suppressed his impulse and told Ziling to go back to sleep.

Han Feng had many questions at this moment. He had just been undergoing tribulation, so why did he suddenly end up here?

"Wait a moment!"

"My memory seems to be fading."

Han Feng wondered if he was dreaming of the butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming of the Duke of Zhou.

He was now somewhat unable to distinguish whether what he was seeing was a dream, or whether his own tribulation was the dream.

Han Feng stopped thinking that what was happening was a dream, because the more he thought about it, the heavier his head felt and the more blurred his memory became.

He also knew the other two; they were Su Yinyue and Feng Yu'er.

"I'm so sleepy! Don't move around, let me sleep a little longer."

"I feel so tired right now, all I want to do is sleep."

......

There are things that don't need to be explicitly stated; everyone should be able to understand them.

"This is so ridiculous!" Han Feng said, both amused and exasperated.

His gaze didn't linger; it immediately shifted away.

Everyone around Han Feng is perfect, no matter where they are.

A stunningly beautiful face, snow-white and firm "excess flesh," a slender waist that could be grasped with one hand, long and straight legs, and toes as beautiful as pearls.

Han Feng decided to go outside and take a good look, but as soon as he got up, someone came.

This person has a very good physique, and his face looks quite familiar.

"Cold Plum Blossom!"

Han Feng asked in surprise.

At this moment, Leng Hanmei was wearing a black and white maid's outfit, and her long, snow-white legs were covered with a pair of three-quarter length black stockings.

He was just talking about it casually back then, but I never expected him to actually wear it here.

It must be said that Leng Hanmei's figure is much better than Hu Qiqing's; her clothes definitely give her a curvy figure.

"My lord, do you have any instructions?" Leng Hanmei gave a polite smile.

"What did you just call me?" Han Feng didn't react for a moment.

"My lord!!"

"Then call it a few more times, I didn't hear it very clearly just now."

"My lord, my lord..."

Leng Hanmei smiled foolishly and called out several times in a row.

This puzzled Han Feng; it didn't fit Leng Hanmei's personality at all.

Normally, he would humiliate Leng Hanmei in this way.

Even if Leng Hanmei did as instructed, it was with reluctance.

But Leng Hanmei didn't resist at all, and seemed very happy to do this for Han Feng, just like a lapdog.