The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 211: The Secret of Demon Island

Moments later, Ye Qingtian and the others came upon a colossal structure. Demon Island was like a black hole in the depths of the universe, mysterious, vast, and profound, with a massive gravitational pull that drew everything in.

The five stepped onto Demon Island, the mist was dense, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

"Wait, Huihui!"

Ye Qingtian was the first to step onto the island, as Qi Shuanghui and her disciple were about to follow, they heard Yan Fengchen’s reminder.

Their intention was very simple, as Demon Island was fraught with unknown dangers, they wanted Ye Qingtian to be the cannon fodder first.

The four paused at the shore, not immediately venturing deeper into the island.

Ye Qingtian ignored them and proceeded further into the island.

The island was large, about the size of a town.

On Demon Island, Ye Qingtian indeed found the material for the token — Infinite Iron.

Or rather, the entire island was composed of Infinite Iron, a metal exceedingly rare.

Ye Qingtian was more convinced that Demon Island was a meteorite from beyond the heavens, that fell here.

After passing through a forest, Ye Qingtian’s view opened up, but his brow furrowed deeply.

Corpses, corpses everywhere.

The bodies completely covered the island, stacked into small mounds.

A gruesome atmosphere loomed, shrouding the sky, a terrifying fluctuation was emanating.

Ye Qingtian’s brow knit into the shape of a character for "river", realizing these bodies had only died in recent months.

He noticed that these deceased looked very much like humans, yet were different.

Ye Qingtian sensed a trace of demonic qi emanating from them.

According to Yan Fengchen’s statement, these people might have come from the Celestial Demon Race.

Ye Qingtian walked around the island for a while, finding not a single living soul.

"Uh? What’s that..."

Ye Qingtian suddenly discovered a mysterious elder, but he too had been slain.

Each member of the Celestial Demon Race had died in a hideous manner, seemingly tortured brutally, their bodies completely fragmented.

Ye Qingtian’s eyes shot with a cold gleam, he activated a Demon Forbidden Technique, emanating a vast demonic aura, with lines of demonic markings surfacing on his face.

"Boom!"

All the bodies of the Celestial Demon Race on the island responded.

A scene slowly unfolded in Ye Qingtian’s mind...

Above Demon Island, crimson-purple lightning shredded the void, and the sound of thunder shook the heavens and earth.

"Boom!"

The void above Demon Island seemed shattered, revealing a vast black hole.

"Uh..."

On Demon Island, each member of the Celestial Demon Race seemed to have their throats sealed by an invisible force, clutching their necks and collapsing in wails.

Blood flowed from their seven orifices, their bodies splitting open, wound followed by wound.

In the end, all life on Demon Island was exterminated, including the mysterious elder.

"Celestial Punishment Curse!"

The words surfaced in Ye Qingtian’s mind.

From the scene, it appeared the Celestial Demon Race was wiped out by a form of Celestial Punishment Curse.

"Uh? Where are the others?"

Ye Qingtian thought of another question, as Xu Yiren’s uncle, Xu Hankun, and others also came to Demon Island initially, why couldn’t he find them?

Ye Qingtian continued searching the island, finding at its center a palace, grandly constructed, exuding a mighty demonic power.

At the palace’s center was a Celestial Demon Pool, filled with black liquid.

But the treasure within the pool had already been taken.

Ye Qingtian’s eyes shone with divine light as he cast the Netherworld Forbidden Technique.

He wanted to see what exactly had happened.

The scene of the demon hall on that day replayed before Ye Qingtian.

In the Celestial Demon Pool, there was a black box. Even catching a glimpse of the scene, Ye Qingtian could feel the domineering power within the box, a force that, once unleashed, could destroy the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, a group of people appeared.

From their appearance, they seemed to be Xu Hankun’s group as described by the Village Chief of the Celestial Road Stronghold.

After some caution, they set their sights on the box.

But a horrifying scene unfolded, the black magic box opened its gaping maw like a bloodthirsty mouth, swallowing Xu Hankun’s group whole.

The enormous bodies of Xu Hankun’s group were horrifically sucked into the black magic box, without even a scream.

"Hmm? Interesting!"

Shortly after Xu Hankun’s group was devoured, three black-clothed people appeared.

The leading figure wore silver gloves, shining with a trace of malevolence.

The black-clothed individual inserted the glove effortlessly into the Celestial Demon Pool, easily extracting the black magic box.

The black magic box showed no reaction, allowing the trio to take it away.

The three black-clothed individuals wore masks, showing only their eyes.

"Very interesting indeed, it seems the situation is not as simple as I thought."

Ye Qingtian sighed.

Originally, he intended to find this place to uncover some secrets about himself.

But now, with the Celestial Demon Race, including the mysterious elder, annihilated by a Celestial Punishment Curse, and the treasures of the demon hall taken away.

Ye Qingtian frowned deeply, pondering if this matter might be linked to his Abandoned Celestial Destiny?

"Only a token remains!"

Ye Qingtian toyed with the token and slowly departed.

...

At this moment.

Yan Fengchen and his group were still lingering at the shore.

A long time had passed without any noise from the island.

However, not long ago, they sensed a soul-trembling demonic aura envelop the entire island, as if an unparalleled demon was about to emerge.

"What should we do, Old Yan? Waiting like this isn’t a solution?"

Lang Bufan anxiously inquired.

Like Yan Fengchen, he had been stuck at a bottleneck for many years, unable to break through.

Seeking fortune amidst danger, they came to Demon Island specifically to find treasures to aid in breaking through to a higher realm.

As for Qi Shuanghui, her goal was for Qi Yuhuan. Qi Shuanghui, the Female Venerable of Ice Palace, needed to find a treasure for Saintess Qi Yuhuan.

"Let’s go have a look!"

Qi Shuanghui suggested.

"Alright, but let’s be careful!"

Yan Fengchen agreed.

As the four prepared to set out, they saw Ye Qingtian emerge from the forest and head toward the shore.

"Little brother, why are you out here?"

Yan Fengchen asked in surprise.

"There wasn’t anything I wanted, so naturally I left. By the way, the island is just a pile of corpses. There’s nothing else!"

Ye Qingtian gave a brief warning and then walked away.

"Stop!"

But a shout exploded in his ears.

Lang Bufan glared at Ye Qingtian, while Qi Shuanghui and Qi Yuhuan also watched him warily.

Yan Fengchen’s powerful aura locked onto Ye Qingtian as well.

The four of them stared at the token Ye Qingtian was toying with in his hands, lowering their voices and asking sternly, "What is that in your hand?"

"None of your concern,"

Ye Qingtian replied coldly.

"Hmph, you told us there’s nothing on the island. Could it be that you took everything?"

Lang Bufan snorted.

Ye Qingtian ignored them and was about to leave.

"Stop! You can leave, but only if you leave the token. Otherwise, you’ll have to leave everything behind!"

The speaker was Yan Fengchen, exuding a chilling aura.

"Do you think a few wastes like you can stop me?"

Ye Qingtian sneered.