Thinking of Lingyao's current cultivation level, Yin Ming felt somewhat at ease.

It shouldn't be him. With his strength, even if he were exposed, unless that reclusive cultivator personally intervenes, no one can stop him.

Despite his thoughts, Yin Ming urged Long Cheng to finish his meal quickly, intending to rush to the Sword Offering Platform to find out what was going on.

The Divine Realm Sword Offering Platform is located atop a high cliff, with a bottomless abyss below.

On the stage, a man dressed in black was masked and bound to an execution post with a binding rope.

The Second Elder was sitting below the stage, calmly picking up a teacup and sipping his tea.

The torture seemed to have come to an end, and the black-clad man's body was covered in bloody wounds, a truly shocking sight.

For some reason, Yin Ming could not sense the aura emanating from the man in black, but judging from the black resentment surging around him, this person was undoubtedly a demon.

Yin Ming carefully examined the figure and found that it was indeed not Ling Yao, which made him secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

As the tension subsided, Yin Ming began to have doubts.

What kind of demon is so audacious as to dare to trespass into the realm of gods? They're courting death!

The Second Elder placed the teacup back on the table. Seeing that the man on the platform was on the verge of death, he raised an eyebrow and waved his hand, saying:

"Take him to the imperial prison and interrogate him again tomorrow."

The executioner responded with a "yes," then untied the ropes binding him and prepared to take him away.

Unexpectedly, a bright red figure suddenly flashed through the crowd. Yin Ming felt that the figure was inexplicably familiar. The next second, a red figure appeared on the sword-offering platform.

"Let him go!"

The figure spoke in a chilling tone, exuding a menacing aura.

Yin Ming looked closely and, sure enough, it was Ling Yao!

Why did you jump out at this time, you silly boy!

He doesn't think the person on stage is Yin Ming, does he?!

The Second Elder gazed at the figure on the stage, whose entire body was brimming with resentment, and slowly smiled.

They took the bait!

He was worried that the other party might be afraid of the power of the Divine Realm and wouldn't dare to show up to save them.

Now it seems that his previous idea was indeed correct; this person was indeed very important to him!

The Second Elder suddenly shouted, "Activate the formation!"

The other elders then appeared from the corner, quickly took their positions, and activated the formations they had already set up.

The Second Elder had long considered that the opponent, who dared to trespass into the Divine Realm, must possess considerable strength.

He never expected that this person would dare to attend this treacherous banquet alone.

Is his courage commendable, or is he arrogant and conceited?

Lingyao noticed that an array had been set up around them and quickly realized that it was a trap.

The two execution disciples had received advance notice and had slipped away before the formation was completed. Now, only Ling Yao and the black-clad man lying on the ground remained on the platform.

Lingyao frowned and approached, tearing off the veil covering his face.

It really wasn't Yin Ming!

He stood up, slowly glanced at the six elders surrounding him, and scoffed, "What a magnificent divine realm."

The six elders' expressions hardened, and tensions rose between the two sides, with a great battle about to erupt.

Fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, the other disciples immediately dispersed to a distance.

"Brother Ming, that's..." Long Cheng exclaimed in surprise, but Yin Ming quickly covered his mouth.

Looking at the scene before him, he gritted his teeth and decided to wait and see how things would develop. He then remained still, pulling Long Cheng along with the crowd to retreat, watching intently as the seven people fighting on the stage.

Lingyao's strength is indeed formidable, but he is facing the six elders of the Divine Realm.

How low could someone's cultivation level be to reach this position?

Apart from the Fifth Elder and the Sixth Elder, who are at the mid-stage of the Eighth Realm, the other four have all reached the Ninth Realm, and the First Elder is even on par with Lingyao.

Furthermore, with the support of the formation, even though Lingyao used all his skills, he was about to be defeated.

Yin Ming clenched his fist tightly, turned to Long Cheng and told him to stand still and not make a sound, then took out the 'Thousand Faces' from his spatial ring.

The touch of this magical artifact was very similar to that of a human skin mask. After being put on, Yin Ming's appearance and even his aura changed instantly.

Long Cheng was puzzled as to why he would say such a thing to him when he saw Yin Ming rushing towards the location of the Fifth Elder without regard for anything else.

Long Cheng immediately covered his mouth, forcefully stopping the "Brother Ming!" that was about to escape his lips.

The Fifth Elder never expected to be ambushed by the disciple behind him. He clutched his injured shoulder blade and stared at Yin Ming, who had changed his appearance, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Damn traitor!"

Yin Ming is now a member of the God Clan, yet he betrayed his own people and helped the Demon Clan to stab him. To the Fifth Elder, he is nothing short of a traitor.

Yin Ming did not answer, but quickly drank several bottles of enhancement potions and recklessly sparred with the Fifth Elder.

Without the Fifth Elder, the enhanced formation began to crack and collapse.

Lingyao's probing gaze quickly swept over Yin Ming. Although she didn't know why this member of the divine race was helping her, it was clear that now was not the time to dwell on that.

He swiftly attacked the Sixth Elder beside him, rendering him unable to fight, and then turned to face the Fourth Elder behind him.

The Grand Elder knew that he wanted to take this opportunity to defeat them one by one, and he would not let him succeed.

The previous formation was set up to prevent the opponent from having too many people, but now that there are only two of them, it's much easier.

"Unite the Three Gods into One Formation!"

The First Elder shouted loudly, and the Second and Third Elders immediately moved closer to him.

As the three chanted incantations, they combined the magical artifacts in their hands and channeled their spiritual energy into them, causing a terrifying spiritual power to gather on the artifacts that sent chills down one's spine.

The Grand Elder quickly formed hand seals to activate the spiritual power, and then shouted, sending the attack hurtling towards Ling Yao's face.

Seeing this, Lingyao, who was exchanging blows with the Fourth Elder, struck the elder's chest with a palm, sending him flying. Then, he quickly turned around and held the Lingming Sword horizontally in front of him to block the powerful attack.

Unfortunately, the energy contained in that attack was too powerful. The Spirit Cry Sword could only block two-thirds of the spiritual power, and the rest struck Ling Yao's chest.

Lingyao's blood and qi surged immediately. He stubbornly clutched his chest and swallowed back the mouthful of blood.

He absolutely cannot let the gods see even a trace of his disheveled state!

Upon seeing this, Yin Ming immediately became anxious. He quickly unleashed several spiritual energy attacks and, taking advantage of the Fifth Elder's flustered defense, spun around to Ling Yao's side. He then swiftly took out several bottles of pills from his spatial ring and handed them to him.

Lingyao hesitated before taking the porcelain bottle from him, but then suddenly saw the Fifth Elder with a ferocious expression behind him. He instinctively put his arm around the Fifth Elder's waist and spun him around half a circle, switching their positions.

Before Lingyao closed his eyes, he vaguely seemed to hear Yin Ming's voice calling him anxiously, "Ayao!"

However, the face that appeared in front of him was not Yin Ming, and his consciousness began to gradually fade.

It was impossible to tell whether the voice came from reality or from that ethereal dream.

"Ah Yao!" Yin Ming shook his shoulders frantically, calling his name repeatedly.

But the boy who would always look back at him with a faint smile did not react at all this time.

Yin Ming panicked and hugged him tightly, "A Yao, don't scare me!"

The strongest fighter had been defeated, and the rest had no intention of fighting anymore. The Grand Elder looked down at the three people on the platform who were either captured or unconscious, his face revealing undisguised smugness.

"This is the consequence of trespassing on my divine territory!"

Someone shouted first, "The demons are petty scoundrels, nothing to fear!"

The disciples below seemed to be instantly ignited with emotion, and they all echoed loudly.

"The demons are petty scoundrels, nothing to fear!"

The Grand Elder was very satisfied with the scene. He waved his sleeve and said arrogantly, "Throw these three into the Land of Forsaken Gods!"

Several disciples then stepped forward, forcibly separated Yin Ming and his companion, tied their hands, and took them away from the scene.

After the six elders left, the remaining disciples discussed for a while before dispersing in twos and threes.

Long Cheng remained with his mouth covered until the crowd dispersed, at which point he belatedly recovered from his shock.

"A land forsaken by God?! What do we do?! ...Find my mother! Yes! Go back to find my mother!"