My Informative Cultivation Life

"Humph! I don't want to talk to you anymore, watch out or the demons will eat you up." Mo Yan shook the Free-Traveling Shuttle in her hand with pride, and the next moment, she disappeared in a flash of black light.

"This..." Yang Ji was taken aback. He had wanted to strike up a conversation to get close to her in hopes of obtaining some information about the outer affairs of Taichu, but that girl didn't give him a chance to approach and vanished in an instant.

While pondering, Yang Ji glanced at Lan Zhen and the others, then with a flash of light, he also burrowed into the ground and disappeared from the seventh level.

"He's gone to the eighth level?" A few Demon Kings craned their necks and murmured to themselves.

Although the Heavenly Demon Sect had explicit rules that no experts above the Demon King Realm could set foot from the first to the tenth level of the Demon Abyss.

Still, Yang Ji was worried that Mo Tao himself might come to kill him, so to avoid potential danger, he decided to go against the expected path and descend to the eighth level.

The atmosphere of the eighth level of the Demon Abyss was indeed denser with demonic qi and much more vicious.

This was still the activity range of the Demon Kings, much wider than the seventh level, resembling a vast underground world shrouded in black fog.

There were hills, slopes, ravines, and strange vegetation stretching as far as the eye could see.

The Demon Abyss Star was too vast, dozens of times larger than the Heavenly Demon Star, which is hundreds of millions of miles in diameter.

For a star of such immense scale, divided into countless layers, even if there were trillions of demons hidden within, it wouldn't be possible to encounter one every few steps.

Yang Ji immediately used the Thousand Transformations Technique of the Heavenly Demons and slightly altered his aura. His aura of brutality and chaotic demonic qi appeared, making him the very image of a demon.

Just as he was about to proceed deeper, suddenly a flash of black light appeared in front of him, and three Heavenly Demon Kings materialized.

They also sensed Yang Ji not far away immediately. The elegant and noble-looking young man licked his lips and revealed a scoundrel's smile, "I didn't expect our luck to be so good. We just arrived at the edge of the eighth level and already encountered a Demon King."

"It's all thanks to Senior Brother Xia's skill in traversing, directly bringing us before a Demon King, a sign of good fortune!" the sinister-looking young man on the right sneered coldly.

"You! You are my good luck charm, and I'll surely grant you a swift death!" the brawny young man on the side revealed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.

"My fellow disciples, please don't misunderstand, I am actually a disciple of the Demon Sect. I simply used the Thousand Transformations Technique of the Heavenly Demons to change my own aura," Yang Ji said with a slight smile, reeling back his brutal and chaotic demonic qi.

Since he was infiltrating the Demon Sect, he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble, especially not with fellow disciples of the Demon Sect.

"Hm? Who knows if you're not a demon in disguise?" The elegant young man revealed a bemused smile.

"Senior Brother, I have an Identity Token as proof!" Yang Ji extracted a strand of Hei Sha's Demon Soul and merged it, causing the Identity Token to light up.

The Identity Token of a disciple of the Demon Sect was bound to their Demon Soul. His ability to activate it more or less proved he was a disciple of the Demon Sect rather than a demon.

"Hm?" Seeing Yang Ji's Identity Token light up, the elegant young man immediately showed impatience as if his interest had waned, and his eyes turned gloomy.

"Bold demon, you still dare to argue!" the brawny young man, seeing the change in the noble youth's expression, suddenly accosted Yang Ji.

"We say you're a demon, so you must be a demon. Now, throw the Identity Token over!" the sinister young man said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ji laughed lightly and said, "Are my fellow brothers trying to declare a deer a horse? You're so blatantly after my Contribution Points. Aren't you afraid the higher-ups of the Sect will find out and judge your crimes?"

"Remember, this is the Demon Abyss; it's not us who killed you, but the demons!" the sinister young man sneered maliciously.

"Seven Absolute Demon Smoke!" Without further talk, the brawny young man suddenly exuded seven suffocating emotions—terror, grief, despair, dismay, anxiety, anger, and pain. They emerged from his body as a cloud of black smoke, wolf-like and tiger-like, surging towards Yang Ji.

"Well! If you are courting death, then you can't blame me!" Yang Ji chuckled, and suddenly his expression turned icy. He lashed out with the Nine Nether Claw, fiercely grabbing at the Seven Absolute Demon Smoke!

"A Perfect Great Divine Skill?" The three Heavenly Demon Kings looked at each other, not expecting their opponent to be talented. The three demons not only did not hesitate, but their faces also twisted into sinister smiles. "This kid is quite powerful; he must have a lot of Contribution Points on him. Let's take him down together. It'll be more enjoyable than hunting dozens of Demon Kings."

"Good!" Amidst his cold laughter, the sinister young man flipped his palm and took out a palm-sized black mountain. He threw it above Yang Ji's head, and it abruptly transformed into an enormous black peak, bringing an endless oppressive force, tearing through the earth to crush down mightily.

"This Black Prison Mountain was refined from three hundred and thirty stellar cores. It is as heavy as a star, and once it suppresses you, you could die millions of times over!" the sinister young man shouted ferociously.

"I'll block his escape!" The noble young man flipped his palm to produce a black band covered in runes. He blew on it, and it instantly lengthened upon the wind, transforming into a black river of the netherworld that flowed through space, trapping Yang Ji within.

"Two low-grade Demonic Artifacts, one Great Divine Power, and the Seven Absolute Demon Smoke, all good stuff!" Yang Ji said unfazed, even bursting into loud laughter.

"Hm?" The three demons were taken aback. An ordinary Demon King, encircled in such a way, would have long been panicking—how could one remain so composed and converse with ease amidst such peril?