Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Each time, he would respectfully convey his supreme admiration for Tiger Vanguard and his heartfelt respect for the attendant through that wolf demon's personal attendant.

These small favors finally had an effect. The wolf demon had a good impression of him, and occasionally when Tiger Vanguard needed to run errands, he would casually mention that the weasel outside named Yellow Hair was quite clever. As a result, Yellow Hair was occasionally called upon to deliver things to Tiger Vanguard's residence or to clean weapons in the outer courtyard.

This was a huge step forward for him.

His area of ​​activity expanded from the outermost patrol team to the Tiger Vanguard residence, which was closer to the core area. This gave him the opportunity to observe the deep passageway more closely and to gain a deeper understanding of the Tiger Vanguard's daily routine and the people who came and went.

He discovered that Tiger Vanguard's residence was almost the last barrier before the core passageway. Most importantly, he personally witnessed Tiger Vanguard, every three to five days, would tidy his armor and solemnly walk into the depths of that passageway alone.

Tiger Vanguard is the only one who can meet with Yellow Wind King regularly.

On this day, Huang Mao'er got another job. Outside Tiger Vanguard's courtyard, he carefully wiped the spears on a weapon rack with a soft cloth soaked in animal oil.

His movements were earnest and his expression focused, perfectly capturing the image of a loyal little demon.

Suddenly, without warning, a faint sound came from the end of the deep, dark passageway.

"...The lamp oil residue is too scarce; I have never been able to penetrate that final layer..."

"...So be it, Mount Ling...we can never go back..."

The voice was majestic and weathered, yet it also contained a lingering sense of melancholy and reminiscence.

It ended abruptly after just two sentences.

But the demon soldiers beside Huang Mao'er, including the wolf demon's attendant, all stopped what they were doing the moment they heard the voice, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, not daring to even breathe.

This must be the voice of the Yellow Wind King!

Immediately after, the moment the words fell, a dry wind, ten times stronger and clearer than the one felt in the drainage ditch, suddenly poured out from the depths of the tunnel!

This gust of wind, carrying a chilling pressure and a strong emotional surge, swept across the entire front courtyard in an instant.

Huang Mao'er felt a chill run through his soul, as if something was being forcibly stripped from his body. He quickly lowered his head even further and used all his demonic energy to protect his mind, so as not to lose his composure on the spot.

Even the two highly skilled armored demon generals at the entrance of the passageway instinctively shrank back under the impact of this wind, their faces showing awe.

The forecourt returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, but Fan Yuan's heart was in turmoil.

The glass lamp, the lamp oil, the sacred mountain... The Yellow Wind Monster is obsessed with these things, it has almost become an obsession. It seems that the lamp oil residue, which is the source of everything, and the glass lamp fragments are likely treasured by him in a secret room, and have not yet been fully comprehended and digested!

More importantly, there was the wind that surged forth with it!

It was no longer an unconscious leak, but rather a result of the Yellow Wind King's emotional fluctuations. This indicates that, as he said, the Yellow Wind Monster's control over the Samadhi Divine Wind had not reached the state of perfect harmony and no leakage. His state of mind would affect the stability of his supernatural powers!

Fan Yuan controlled Huang Mao'er to continue wiping the spear, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial interlude.

In the following days, Fan Yuan's patience and caution finally earned him a further test.

On this day, Tiger Vanguard seemed to be in a good mood. After drinking heavily, he casually tossed the remaining jar of wine to Yellow Hair.

"You little rascal, go and take this jar of wine to the entrance of the passageway and give it to those two gatekeepers as a reward."

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao'er's heart stirred, but he dared not show it on his face. He simply feigned surprise and carefully picked up the jar of wine.

This was the first time he had been allowed to voluntarily approach the forbidden area leading to the core of the cave.

Holding the wine jar, he took respectful, small steps toward the entrance to the deep passageway. The closer he got, the clearer the pure, dry air became, and the invisible pressure intensified.

Finally, he arrived at the entrance to the passageway.

This is not a simple cave entrance, but two heavy stone doors, each three zhang high, that completely block the way.

Above the stone gate, intricate wind patterns are carved. These patterns seem to be alive, echoing every breath of wind flowing in the cave, forming a powerful and perfectly natural restriction.

At the gate, two demon generals clad in fine black armor stood like statues on either side.

Their aura was far superior to that of the demon soldiers trained in the front courtyard. Fan Yuan only needed to sense it slightly to judge that the cultivation of these two demons was far above the Qi Refining stage! Their eyes flashed with sharp light as they opened and closed, and their expressions were cold and indifferent, clearly indicating that they were veterans of many battles.

Huang Mao'er dared not raise his head, and when he was still ten steps away from the stone gate, he raised the wine jar high above his head.

"Greetings, Generals. I am Huangmao'er, a servant under Tiger Vanguard. I have come on...on the orders of the Vanguard to deliver wine as a reward for you two."

Upon hearing this, the leopard-headed demon general on the left lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, but did not get up, only giving a faint "hmm".

The wolf-headed demon general on the right stepped forward, easily lifted the heavy wine jar with one hand, removed the seal, sniffed it, and smiled slightly: "That tiger still has some conscience. Go back and tell him we appreciate the sentiment."

At that moment, Fan Yuan felt two invisible, scrutinizing thoughts fall upon him like sharp swords, scanning him carefully from head to toe several times.

It's divine consciousness!

These two demon generals were actually using their divine sense to probe him!

The two divine senses found nothing unusual about him and quickly withdrew.

"Alright, get lost." The wolf-headed demon general waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare disturb the two generals."

Huang Mao'er felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly retreated.

Just as he turned around, he heard the leopard-headed demon general say to his companion, "In another hour, it will be time to change shifts. This godforsaken place, if you stand here for too long, it feels like the wind has dried out your bones."

"Just bear with it," the wolf-headed demon general said, taking a sip of wine. "Without the king's token, or Tiger Vanguard personally knocking on the door, who would dare to slack off in the slightest?"

These few words contain crucial information.

The blond-haired boy didn't dare linger and quickly went away.

Meanwhile, Fan Yuan himself, a hundred miles away, slowly opened his eyes.

The passageway is protected by a stone gate guarded by two demon generals who change shifts every four hours. Only those with Tiger Vanguard or the Great King's token are allowed to enter.