Chapter 0325: Island of Demons

Canghai Continent, Gale Manor.
Gale Manor is located in the very center of the Canghai Continent. Surrounded by mountains on all sides, among these interwoven mountain ranges lies the most famous range in Gale Manor—the Angel Mountains.
The Angel Mountains consist of tens of thousands of peaks of various sizes, and it is within these peaks that the 100 Angel Legions of the Elvis family reside—10 billion angels!
At the heart of the Angel Mountains stands Angel Mountain, towering thousands of feet high into the clouds. Spanning tens of thousands of square miles, it is not a natural mountain of the Netherworld but was created artificially.
Angel Mountain is entirely made of Light Jade, glowing with a warm, luminous sheen, resembling milky jade smoke.
Originally, when Yellow Dragon Tianyun was trapped in the Dark Star, the Forbidden Magic Mountain within it was built from White Spirit Jade, while Light Jade is a far more advanced divine stone.
Even those within tens of thousands of miles of Angel Mountain feel as if they are in a warm bath, as if their souls are being purified.
Just a small piece of Light Jade is worth millions.
Angel Mountain, the Angel Temple.
“Saimon, what did you say?! Say that again?!”, Pei Ji’s deep voice rang out inside the temple, his golden hair moving as if in a breeze. “You let those twenty-four lower gods escape?! Later, I found out that these twenty-four lower gods might be the ones who broke Marshall’s record—those under Yellow Dragon’s command?!”
Saimon, head bowed and looking terrified, with his twelve wings shrunk, hesitantly replied, “Yes, Young Master Pei Ji. Later, I discovered that those twenty-four lower gods were indeed under Yellow Dragon’s control!” After saying this, Saimon stood there nervously, not daring to move. He had been ordered by Pei Ji to destroy the Dragon Mountain Range to prevent the secrets known by Limo from leaking. But he never expected that even in front of him, a twelve-winged angel, they would still escape.
Twenty-four lower gods!
Furious and suspicious, he investigated the situation in the Dragon Mountain Range.
To his shock, he learned that for hundreds of years, the Dragon Mountain Range had been under the control of a mid-tier god named Yellow Dragon. Panicked, he had no choice but to report the situation to Pei Ji.
Silence filled the temple.
Saimon was uneasy.
Although he was a twelve-winged angel and an eighth-level powerhouse of the King of the Netherworld, he still couldn’t escape his identity as an angel. In the entire Elvis family, whether you were a twelve-winged angel or a two-winged angel, you were still a slave of the Elvises!
A twelve-winged angel was merely a higher-ranking slave compared to a two-winged angel.

Pei Ji, as the 87th son of the God of Light Elvis and the head of the Elvis family in the underworld, naturally possessed the power to decide the life and death of all angels directly.
After a while, as Saimon grew increasingly anxious, Pei Ji suddenly burst into loud laughter, his voice shaking the air. Saimon was stunned, but knowing Pei Ji’s temperament, he became even more uneasy.
“The Yellow Dragon, the Yellow Dragon—someone the entire underworld has been searching for—has actually been found by me, Pei Ji!” After stopping laughing, Pei Ji spoke to himself as if mocking himself.
Saimon dared not speak.
“Where is that Yellow Dragon?!” Pei Ji suddenly turned and asked.
Saimon quickly replied, “Lord Pei Ji, that Yellow Dragon is not in the Dragon Mountain Range. He left there three months before I arrived, and it is said he went to the Cloud Sea with someone named Li Yifeng.”
“To the Cloud Sea?” Pei Ji narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, Lord Pei Ji,” Saimon said urgently. But just as he finished speaking, a terrifying force rushed at him. In shock, he was blasted away from the center of the temple and slammed against the temple wall miles away.
After being hit, Saimon endured the pain inside him and didn’t even dare wipe the blood from his mouth. He lowered his head and said, “Lord Pei Ji, I acknowledge my fault!”
“You acknowledge your fault?!” Pei Ji’s cold voice rang out.
Saimon didn’t dare respond.
“The matter of the Yellow Dragon has already caught the attention of the family headquarters. A few years ago, my elder brother ordered me to do everything possible to find this Yellow Dragon and capture him,” Pei Ji said slowly, his voice icy.
Saimon was drenched in cold sweat.
The elder brother Pei Ji referred to was the current head of the family—the first son of the God of Light Elvis, Achilles. He was also the strongest among Elvis’s more than a hundred children, having nearly reached the highest level of the God of Light, and was the most likely among Elvis’s descendants to achieve that status.
“But now, I sent my men who almost killed the Yellow Dragon?!” Pei Ji’s icy voice echoed.
Saimon’s cold sweat dripped down.
“Tell me, what fault do you acknowledge?! Tell me, if my elder brother finds out, can you bear the consequences?!” Pei Ji flashed forward and pressed a palm against Saimon’s chest. Saimon felt as though his internal organs had been turned upside down. Yet he dared not complain, even though the order came from Pei Ji, it was indeed his fault.
His fault lay in obeying Pei Ji’s orders without first investigating the situation in the Dragon Mountain Range thoroughly.
However, no one could have expected that the Dragon Mountain Range would be connected to the Yellow Dragon.

“Has anyone been sent to guard the Dragon Mountains?” After a while, Pei Ji seemed to calm down from the situation and asked calmly.
“Yes, Young Master Pei Ji,” Saimon replied quickly. “I’ve left ten Ten-Whale Angels around the Dragon Mountains.”
Saimon understood what Pei Ji meant—guarding the Yellow Dragon.
Pei Ji nodded. “Ten Ten-Whale Angels aren’t enough. That Yellow Dragon must be brought to our Angel Mountains. You’ll go in person.”
“Yes, Young Master Pei Ji,” Saimon said respectfully.
Pei Ji waved his hand.
Saimon respectfully withdrew.
“I never expected that Yellow Dragon to be hiding in the Dragon Mountains. That Limo, that damned dog, has caused me so much trouble!” Pei Ji was furious. With a wave of his hands, he turned a statue in the middle of the temple to dust. If Limo, the Ten-Whale Angel, wasn’t dead yet, his fate would be even worse.
“I originally thought of recruiting that Yellow Dragon, but it seems difficult now.” Pei Ji frowned.
However, it was fortunate that Bog and the others didn’t die at Saimon’s hands. Otherwise, Pei Ji shuddered. Every major family and faction in the Netherworld was searching for the twenty-five people of the Yellow Dragon, wanting to bring them under their control. What would happen if he suddenly killed Bog and the twenty-four others now?
Over these eight hundred years, centered around the Yellow Dragon, those twenty-five master and servants had become like a huge treasure. Everyone wanted to recruit them. If successful, at most they’d face jealousy from others. But if that treasure was destroyed, it would surely provoke outrage among the powerful factions, leading to a terrible outcome.
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The Yellow Dragon rode on a top-tier flying immortal vessel, flying through the Holy Literature Mansion. Five years later, he arrived at the Jiale Mansion.
During those five years, aside from occasional conversations with Li Yifeng, the Yellow Dragon had been in seclusion practicing. Thanks to the integration of that Dragon Blood Crystal over the years, his strength had improved significantly, and he was gradually approaching the peak of the early Golden Immortal stage.
As for Bog and the others, as the Yellow Dragon headed toward the Nia Continent, he tried to sense them but to no avail. He had no choice but to wait and look for them later.
However, the Yellow Dragon deduced that Bog and the others were not in danger. Moreover, he believed this could be an opportunity for them. Staying by the Yellow Dragon’s side without facing hardships, it was hard for them to grow. In eight hundred years, they should have learned most of the spells and powers of the immortals.
“The Jiale Mansion has arrived,” the Yellow Dragon said coldly as he stepped out of his top-tier flying immortal vessel, riding on the Chaos Primal Beast, the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin.
The Jiale Mansion was where the Elvis family’s faction in the Netherworld was located!

Li Yifeng stepped out of the top-grade flying immortal artifact, his expression complex as he watched Huang Long prepare his mount. Five years ago, after just one night, he suddenly discovered that the ordinary fire beast under Huang Long had transformed into the chaotic primordial beast, the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale. He had been stunned by this for a long time.

“Brother Huang Long, do you really plan to go to Demon Island?” Li Yifeng asked, shifting his gaze from the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale.

Demon Island was an island where the Elvis family imprisoned all god-tier powerhouses who opposed them.

He knew Huang Long’s intentions, but Demon Island was a stronghold of the Elvis family, with an angelic army on the island—it wasn’t easy to destroy.

“Exactly,” Huang Long replied calmly, his tone resolute.

Seeing this, Li Yifeng stopped trying to persuade him.

Demon Island was located at the northernmost tip of Jiale Prefecture, near the Angel Mountains. The entire island was surrounded by water—black, silent, and mysterious, with faint streams of dark light flowing through it, giving off a chilling sensation. This contrasted sharply with the brightness and warmth of the Angel Mountains.

Half a year later, moonlight shone down.

Above Demon Island, two figures appeared out of thin air.

“Is this Demon Island?” Huang Long asked, looking at the oddly shaped, giant island below.

From above, Demon Island resembled a headless monster, appearing eerie and terrifying.

Li Yifeng nodded and said thoughtfully, “Brother Huang Long, there are countless restrictions on this island. It’s likely not easy to destroy.”

“Let’s go down,” Huang Long said without hesitation, diving downward.

Restrictions? No amount of restrictions could stop Huang Long. Now, on Demon Island, only those two twelve-winged angels posed a threat to him.

On Demon Island, there were two places to imprison criminals: the dungeons and the prison towers.

There were many types of dungeons—water dungeons, lightning dungeons, fire dungeons, and so on. The prison towers, on the other hand, were simpler—tens of layers high, with each layer suppressing stronger and stronger powerhouses as one went higher.

At the center of Demon Island lay the concentrated area of prison towers.

Each of these towers was ten meters high, with ten layers making them a hundred meters tall. One tower stood every hundred meters. From afar, the area around the center of Demon Island covered thousands of miles, packed tightly with tens of thousands of towers.

Over countless millennia, the number of criminals had accumulated to an astonishing amount.

“Come on, hurry up!” Inside the cluster of prison towers, a door on one of the towers opened, and a middle-aged man with disheveled hair stepped out. He had been kicked out, followed by an eight-winged angel.

“Unrepentant wretch, you’ll regret this when you’re in prison!” the eight-winged angel pushed him aside and said harshly.
On Demon Island, if these sinners refused to be tamed, they would be given special treatment every few days.
This middle-aged man was none other than Apton, the Sea God, who had entered the underworld a hundred years earlier than Yellow Dragon.