Jiang Tang was not unaware of certain mice hiding in the shadows; he simply chose to ignore them.

Once he reached a certain height, those people could no longer harm him. Though lurking in the darkness like mice, they posed no threat to him, and he wasn't bothered to deal with them.

Jiang Tang certainly knew about the people from the Huang Family, just as he was aware of the mice lurking in the shadows, yet they couldn't touch him.

There were too many mice, exterminating one batch only led to another, and he didn't have the time for that.

Those mice were nothing more than ants to him.

With a single thought, he could wipe them out, but he refrained from doing so to avoid chaos.

Unless certain mice dared to leap before him.

Huang Chen resided within his Hell Palace, yet he disregarded him just as he did his family members, not allowing them to leave.

Though his family was not far away, they couldn't meet or communicate.

As they hurt others, they often had to experience the taste of being hurt themselves.

Huang Chen in the Hell Palace hadn't become a ghost with physical form, languishing in the space, only surviving due to the Magical Treasure; otherwise, he'd have disappeared countless times.

The Magical Treasure held certain souls battling those Demonic Beasts, some of which were ones Jiang Tang had contracted, and he hid because the Magical Treasure housed an Artifact Spirit.

Once he appeared outside, other Demonic Beasts or Ghosts would attack him.

The Magical Treasure was his sanctuary.

Spending years within the Magical Treasure, life could be considered dull, save for cultivation, with occasional bursts of fury leading him to spar with the Demonic Beasts and souls within the space.

His wit lay in avoiding provoking the Demon People outside, and not forming alliances with them.

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That master, due to alliances, stirred troubles outside and was discovered by Jiang Tang, who, along with his Spiritual Pet, wiped him out.

The master died, yet Huang Chen felt no sorrow, rather a sense of gratification.

Then, a deep fear gripped him—afraid of being obliterated as his master had been, vanishing into oblivion.

He had come to the Magical Treasure so arduously, was it not to someday meet his kin?

The Ghost Cultivator was strong; he couldn't resist him.

If not for the hatred fueling Huang Chen, he might have already been ruined.

Imprisoned within the troubling Magic Artifact, he was possibly under constant surveillance.

As his cultivation abilities grew, his demise might hasten.

Yet without resistance, how could he be content?

His enemies grew stronger; it showed on the pets contracted in the space, his adversary was formidable.

Even within this Hell Space, changes were ongoing.

Every change sent patches of fear through him, as the Spiritual Energy thickened and the land expanded significantly.

Increasingly, he worried about the powerful foes; he was more susceptible to annihilation.

But what of discontent, what of it?

Like a walking corpse, nothing mattered.

His ghostly spirit absorbed certain Medicinal Herbs for cultivation, needing not to consume.

Only when those low-tier Demonic Beasts were weak would he claim their lives.

Absorbing the blood of these beasts, unable to truly feast on flesh—could he savor taste by draining blood and killing them?

Perhaps it was the dangerous Qi emitted by the Magic Artifact; the weaker Demonic Beasts would flee, while the stronger ones remained fearless.

Demonic Beasts were categorized by species and group living.

The space expanded, stretching along the river, the land vast, even growing an ocean — previously merely a river serving drinking water to the beasts.

The Hell Palace changed, no longer just housing a river; mountains and oceans emerged, alongside other transformations.

Yet it remained under the red moon, the darkness holding its dangers.

Amid the changes, different Demonic Beasts sprouted, stronger ones appeared alongside the weaker.

Previously, shapeshifting Demonic Beasts grew within the Hell Palace without a master dispatching them for tasks, continually growing in the space.

Occasionally, the expanded land and changing space magnified their cultivation.

The abundant land yielded more food, increased water sources.

No longer were Ghosts and Demonic Beasts gathering in hordes.

Sometimes, Jiang Tang spoke of certain villains entering, commanding them to be ruthlessly assailed without mercy.

Different beasts emerged from various places once, Demonic Wolves and monsters from other planets ventured in.

With Ghosts attacking at night and Demons during the day, exploiting unfamiliarity with the space and scarcity of species, they were repeatedly assaulted and killed, spirits extinguished.

Huang Chen watched these Human Demons, wicked black Qi creatures, as they appeared here, only to be controlled and destroyed.

He observed Jiang Tang's actions outside weren't wholly noble; he absorbed certain black Qi with restraining abilities.

He wished to speak out, to tell others Jiang Tang was rotten to the core, truly abominable.

Relentlessly questioning the heavens, how could such a villain as Jiang Tang receive so many benefits?

Grasp opportunities.

A Heavenly Immortal like the Dragon King was defeated by him.

How did he accomplish this?

Was it due to the Magical Treasure he obtained?

Once, even the master with the Magical Treasure failed to control it adeptly.

At this moment, he loathed the master more; if the master hadn't withheld secrets, perhaps they'd have known the Magical Treasure's existence long ago, seized control over it, and reigned supreme.

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