First of all, this box is a bit large.

It's almost two-thirds the size of a wardrobe.

Moreover, despite so many years passing, this wooden box shows no signs of decay; instead, it remains in its original state.

The box is covered with various intricate patterns, and lines of light lie dormant within them.

It looks just like a mysterious puzzle box.

"Whatever you are, let's open you up first!"

Yang Yan stared at it for a while but couldn't make any sense of it and, narrowing his eyes, tried to open the box along the seam with his right hand.

On the surface, the box didn't have any locks or anything, so Yang Yan thought he could just open it directly.

At most, he had made some preparations to prevent any anomalies.

However, when Yang Yan lifted his right hand, the lid didn't budge at all!

This time, Yang Yan was surprised.

He had used two to three times his usual strength, fearing the box might have some strange properties.

Unexpectedly, it didn't open!

Moreover, Yang Yan could vaguely sense that he might struggle to open this box even if he used all his strength.

Unwilling to accept defeat, he gritted his teeth, directly using both hands and exerted maximum strength to pull.

"Boom!"

The box did open at this point, and a powerful recoil force directly sent Yang Yan flying.

"Damn it!"

Yang Yan couldn't help but swear, swiftly returning to his previous position.

A box managed to send me flying?

Doesn't Moonlight, one of the Four Emperors, deserve some respect?!

Now, he was even more eager to find out what was inside this box.

However, when he stood firm and looked towards the box, his eyes suddenly widened, filled with astonishment. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"This is..."

What first appeared inside the box was a mass of disheveled, long red hair.

It looked like hair only the Giant Race could grow.

Bloodstains matted the hair, wrapping around it.

Delving further, Yang Yan first noticed the high-bridged nose, followed by a pair of eyes that refused to die peacefully.

Suppressing his disgust, Yang Yan reached out, grabbed the hair, and lifted this head detached from its body.

Holy moly!

This head was nearly half the size of Yang Yan's entire body.

As he lifted it, those resentful eyes stared right at him.

If Yang Yan hadn't determined that it was a lifeless object, he might have suspected it would come alive and attack him at any moment.

"What are you looking at, huh?"

Being stared at by a gigantic head made even the thick-skinned Yang Yan feel a bit apprehensive, so he couldn't help but shout a few words.

Unexpectedly, just as his voice fell, a bizarre scene occurred suddenly.

The head in his hand, which he perceived as a dead object, suddenly grinned at Yang Yan!

The corners of its mouth curled upwards, revealing a stiff smile.

"Damn it!"

Bang!

Yang Yan cursed, swinging the head to the ground, nearly stomping it until it exploded.

However, after tossing it, Yang Yan realized.

This was indeed the location of the seal for the Ancient Times' Demigod Demon Race, no doubt about that.

Yet, even after Jade Demon risked everything to break the seal, no Demon God was found.

So...

Could this head right in front of him be the sealed Demon God?!

Thinking this way, Yang Yan realized it could only be this.

Legend has it that Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang tried every possible method but couldn't kill Demon God, so they had no choice but to seal him together.

It seems likely that the head and body were sealed separately.

Can this thing really be left behind?

Yang Yan suspiciously looked at the head on the ground, pondering deeply.

The two deeply sunken eye sockets, a high-bridged nose, thick and large lips, and one ear missing a chunk, as if someone had sliced off half with a knife.

Below the head, apart from a small section of neck remains, the flesh was all gone.

Yang Yan wasn't unsure about how to handle this thing; rather, he knew that even if he took action, he couldn't necessarily destroy this head.

Having reached the Demigod Realm, the Demon God's body inherently contained an immortal divine nature.

As Yang Yan stared at the head on the ground, the head continued smiling at him.

Yang Yan, out of anger, couldn't resist stepping on it.

But even then, he wasn't satisfied, snorting twice through his nose, and pointing his finger at the head beneath his foot harshly scolded:

"You're just a head, an incomplete entity! Even if you're a Demon God, do you think you can overturn the heavens?"

The head seemed provoked, stopped smiling, and returned to its initial gloomy expression.

"Hehe! Be sensible and behave yourself, or I'll beat you until even your own mother won't recognize you."

Yang Yan didn't mind getting dirty, cursing for a while, then lifted the head again, tossed it back into the wooden box like throwing trash.

With a clang, the wooden box trembled slightly and sealed itself shut.

Yang Yan held the box in one hand, turned around, and prepared to leave.

His thoughts were simple.

Since the great formation was already damaged, he didn't have the ability to repair the seal; the head couldn't be destroyed for now, so he'd take it away.

He refused to believe that Moonlight Yang Yan, one of the Four Emperors, couldn't suppress a dead head.

As Yang Yan left the cave holding the box, he looked up to see a fierce battle ongoing above the Ghostly Abyss.

Jing Hong's situation wasn't too good at the moment.

To Yang Yan, the jet-black Evil Dragon wasn't much trouble.

But for Jing Hong, it was extremely difficult to handle.

At the very least, even Jing Hong's full effort struggled to penetrate the Evil Dragon's scales.

Helpless, he could only keep searching for the dragon's vulnerable spots.

For instance, the wound Yang Yan had previously slashed, still faintly oozing blood.

Yet, Jing Hong had to be wary of the Evil Dragon's attacks.

Neither the dragon's fiery Dragon Breath nor its claws could be easily withstood by Jing Hong.

So, when Yang Yan exited, he saw the dragon forcing Jing Hong into a corner, unleashing its storm-like assault.

"Did you ask for my permission to bully my people?!"

After this voice sounded, Jing Hong's face lit up with an inexplicable joy.

Before Yang Yan even arrived, the Sword Aura launched by Star Night already slashed fiercely towards the Evil Dragon.

"Roar!"

The Evil Dragon, injured by Yang Yan's sudden attack, not only didn't retreat but furiously roared as it flew up towards Yang Yan below.

Its massive dragon eyes, upon seeing the wooden box in Yang Yan's hand, went completely berserk.

Roar!

With a long howl, ignoring whether it could win or not, it abandoned Jing Hong and lunged furiously at Yang Yan.

"Hey! Little worm, are you this head's pet? An ugly creature paired with a clownish serpent, quite a fitting match."

Facing the dragon's attack, Yang Yan surprisingly didn't dodge or retreat; he didn't even maintain the necessary seriousness for the battle, and instead continued taunting it.

Bear in mind, the immensely powerful Jing Hong was nearly pushed into peril several times by this dragon.