After the laughter faded, Evan Yang muttered, "Such a massive body, 'cultivation of degree'? What does that mean?"
The Demon Tiger, seeing Evan Yang awake, rubbed against him a few times. Evan smiled, "I'm fine. Let's get ready to head out."
Before leaving, Evan Yang carefully checked the area. Finding nothing unusual, he left. On his way back, his mind kept replaying what Demon Lord Damien Hollow had said in the tomb.
"A space, cultivation of degree? What does that mean?" Evan wondered to himself.
He walked out of the tomb, noting how enormous it was and how it still stood undisturbed. Evan bowed respectfully before leaving. After exiting the canyon, he released some Phantom Spirit Birds and finally found news about Sect Master Victor Ming—he was severely injured and hiding somewhere.
The place was remote, and Evan didn’t know its name. He called Mira Ming and Liam Yang out. When Mira Ming heard news about her father, she was overjoyed. Evan said, "Take a look at this place and see if you recognize it."
Evan projected the location where her father was hiding. After Mira Ming saw it, she exclaimed, "How did he end up there?"
"What place is that?" Evan asked.
"That's Hellsummit Palace in Magus Heaven Realm. I went there once with my father, but why would he go there?" Mira Ming said in shock.
Evan asked, "Hellsummit Palace—what kind of place is that?"
"Hellsummit Palace was built by the powerful creator of Magus Heaven Realm. There are still many of his people there—even though he's gone, his subordinates are all strong, especially the Left Protector and Right Protector." Mira Ming explained.
Evan Yang nodded, "Got it. You two go inside for now. I'll go check things out."
"Thank you, senior," Mira Ming said gratefully.
"No problem. Who knows, maybe we'll end up as in-laws someday. Helping out is only natural." Evan smiled, then put the two still dazed people away.
Once Liam Yang and Mira Ming came to their senses, Liam was shocked. "My dad, seriously... always saying random stuff. Don't mind him."
"I don't mind. But have you ever liked me?" Mira Ming suddenly asked, leaving Liam Yang flustered. He hurriedly laughed, "Uh, well... I think I'll rest for a bit. I'm a little tired."
Seeing Mira Ming avoid the question made her a little sad, while Liam Yang was conflicted, unsure how to answer.
Meanwhile, Evan Yang was already on the road, accompanied by a small tiger. No one realized it was the Demon Tiger. After Evan let it absorb some of his blood, its recovery sped up—now it could take on, or even kill, experts with over three hundred strands of Heavenly Dao Intent by itself.
Evan was pleased with this. He soon arrived at his destination—a palace complex sprawling over a huge area. Following the route, he made his way toward the target.
Just as he was about to reach his destination, a group of armored guards appeared. One of them shouted, "Who goes there? How dare you trespass in Hellsummit Palace!"
"I'm here to find someone," Evan Yang replied.
"Find someone? Who?" the leader asked. Evan Yang smiled, "You wouldn't know them, and I don't have time to argue. Goodbye."
With that, Evan Yang sped up. The guards were shocked—realizing he was a powerhouse they couldn't keep up with, they quickly contacted people inside the palace and kept chasing, but Evan soon left them far behind.
"Damn it, that bastard!" the leader cursed, but Evan had already reached the area he was aiming for.
"This should be it—a mountain, the direction matches. Time to check it out." Evan muttered, then flashed to the base of the mountain. He searched carefully and finally spotted an elderly man, badly wounded, outside a cave.
Evan crouched down and looked at the old man, who was actually Sect Master Victor Ming. Seeing Evan, Victor was shocked, thinking he was from Hellsummit Palace. "Are you from Hellsummit Palace?"
"No need to worry, I'm not." Evan Yang smiled, then released Liam Yang and Mira Ming.
When Mira Ming saw her father, she cried out in joy, "Dad, you—?"
"Xiaoxi, it's you all!" Sect Master Victor Ming said excitedly.
"Dad, I finally found you!" Mira Ming hugged Sect Master Victor Ming, overwhelmed with emotion. Evan Yang checked the surroundings again—no one else was coming.
After a while, Mira Ming asked, "Dad, how did you end up here?"
"It's a long story. When the Demon Mask Sect was destroyed, I thought of an old friend in Hellsummit Palace, hoping he could help. But once he found out the Tian Clan was involved, he wanted nothing to do with it. I tried to leave, but I was already too badly injured and couldn't get away." Sect Master Victor Ming sighed.
"Unbelievable—people like that! Whatever, at least we have Senior here." Mira Ming smiled.
"Senior? Who is this?" Sect Master Victor Ming looked curiously at Evan Yang.
"Sect Master, this is my dad," Liam Yang said with a smile.
"Your dad?" Sect Master Victor Ming exclaimed, staring at Evan Yang. In his eyes, Evan was unfathomable, but on the surface he only seemed like an Immortal Sovereign—hard to believe.
"We can chat later—I'm pretty sure a lot of people are already on their way here." Evan Yang smiled.
"Yeah, let's hurry and go," Mira Ming said. Evan Yang put everyone away into his treasure, then got up. But just as he did, more experts appeared, and the guards from before pointed at him. "That's him!"
This time, a man in blue robes holding a feather fan stood beside them, staring at Evan Yang. "Who are you, and why did you break into Hellsummit Palace?"
"I already said I'm here to find someone. If you don't believe me, that's your problem. Anyway, I'm leaving." Evan Yang smiled.
"You want to leave? You think this place is somewhere you can just come and go as you please? Dream on! Everyone, stop him!" the man with the feather fan ordered.
Evan Yang smiled, "Then let me show you what I can do." He had the Demon Tiger grow larger, climbed onto its back, and wielded the Limitless Spear. With a few swift strikes, the nearest guards were defeated on the spot. Seeing this, the fan-wielding man exclaimed, "So it's you! I've finally found you!"
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"Oh? You know me?" Evan Yang was curious.
The fan-wielding man snorted, "Of course I don't know you, but lately the Tian Clan has been searching for you everywhere. The Left Protector said that if there was any news about you, we should contact him immediately. Looks like you won't escape today—I've already reported it."
"Is that so? Well, when he arrives, you'll all be dead." Evan Yang sneered. Seeing that none of them had more than five hundred strands of Heavenly Dao Intent, he wasn't worried. The fan-wielding man kept leading the group to attack, but the outcome was obvious—they were utterly defeated. Then Evan sensed a powerful aura, at least five hundred, maybe six hundred strands. He decided not to linger, since this was Hellsummit Palace and who knew what else might happen. He laughed at the incoming expert, "I'm leaving. Don't bother seeing me off."
In the blink of an eye, Evan Yang vanished from sight. The newcomer was a middle-aged man in silver armor, frowning, "What happened here?"
"Left Protector, the person you were looking for was here, but he just escaped," said the fan-wielding man.
"What? That was him just now?" the silver-armored man asked.
"Exactly—he had a Demon Tiger and wielded a spear," the man replied.