The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

On Kao Planet, the campfire burns gently.

Inside the dim tent, the air was filled with a tempting aroma.

Sarah walked in with a bowl of steaming hot soup noodles, gently placing it in front of Luo Yan who was resting with a book, and softly said.

"Master Demon King, I made these noodles, please try them."

"Hm, thank you."

After Luo Yan took it, he placed the advanced magic book he was halfway through aside, and casually took chopsticks out of the Space Ring.

Floating in the golden broth were several pieces of fried tofu, and the most noticeable in the bowl were the petite boiled dragon eggs.

Sarah's aptitude was high; her progress in both martial arts and culinary skills was swift, perhaps due to her focus and seriousness in her work.

Luo Yan took a bite and was full of praise for the taste, finishing a large bowl in no time.

Sitting crouched in the corner of the tent, the young dragon Taufu was also devouring the noodles, her round eyes glued to the bowl in Luo Yan's hands, an evil grin almost plastered on her face.

No need to doubt—

Those quail egg-sized boiled eggs were indeed her masterpiece!

In the past week, her level had increased significantly.

Even though her current ability allowed her to control the frequency, reducing it to once a month, she acted as if she couldn't control it and desperately laid plenty in the past week.

This wasn't because she enjoyed laying eggs.

Instead, she was playing a big game!

Given her understanding of meat lizards, all ingested hormones would ultimately partly enter the eggs through the internal circulation system and protein exchange—

the so-called drug residues!

That despicable hairless monkey mixed mature-inducing magic potion into his food, didn't he?

Let's see you drug the boss—

Eat it yourself!

'As they say, entering the board by one's self, using others' methods to treat them, lifting a stone and dropping it on one's own foot, feeling one's way across the river and tripping! Hahaha…'

Taufu was secretly delighted, already unable to resist imagining—some day after Luo Yan ate the eggs she laid, his body would mutate, comically emitting smoke from his head.

Just as Taufu was about to hum a tune happily in her mind, Luo Yan suddenly paused his hand movements, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

Watching him closely, Taufu's eyes suddenly brightened, ecstatic to the point of wanting to scream.

'Here it comes, here it comes!'

However, to avoid being found out, she still pretended to be calm, raising her head with an extremely caring expression and asked.

"What's wrong, Master Luo Yan? Are you feeling unwell?"

Sarah, who was dining, slightly froze, quickly lifted her head to look at Luo Yan, her eyes full of concerned tenderness.

Luo Yan didn't respond immediately, merely set down his chopsticks silently, slowly closed his eyes, and began meditating sitting on the cushion.

Seeing that something really went wrong with that guy, Taufu was inwardly overjoyed.

But just as her nearly upturned lips were about to reveal her emotions, Luo Yan suddenly opened his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he said with a peculiar expression.

"I seem to… have made a breakthrough."

His experience was originally a little bit short, but somehow he suddenly leapt past that crucial point.

Could it be because of the dragon eggs?

Luo Yan's expression became stranger.

Taufu froze upon hearing this, her previously gleeful little face swiftly stiffening.

"Ah?! How can this be?! Did you have… the wrong feeling?"

Her round eyes bulged wide open, she stared at Luo Yan in disbelief, suddenly realizing something, her complexion gradually turning pale.

Indeed, things were unfolding just as she anticipated—

Luo Yan raised his hand slightly, condensing a ghostly green glow at his fingertips.

Sensing the surging power within him, he looked at Taufu, a thin trace of admiration in his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, your eggs have such miraculous effects… It seems I'll have to trouble you to lay more from now on."

Taufu: "??? "

...

The dragon eggs' potency was indeed extraordinary.

Luo Yan could clearly feel his upgrade speed was accelerated over the past week, presumably influenced by them.

Though he didn't know why.

Recently, his desires became somewhat strong, even affecting his sleep.

Overcompensated, perhaps?

But it wasn't a big deal either.

For a mage, meditation can solve almost all issues, even serving as a replacement for sleep.

Thus, unbeknownst to Luo Yan, a conspiracy against the Demon King automatically unraveled, while a certain cunning fellow once again lifted a stone and dropped it on their foot…

After lunch, Luo Yan exited the tent, arriving at the empty wilderness beside the camp.

The wilderness was ravaged by wind and sand, aside from a few withered shrubs and scattered rocks, there was nothing else.

He took a deep breath, then slowly raised his right hand, the network of spiritual power gathered towards his palm, instantly flooding his Sea of Consciousness with countless inspirations for casting spells.

The surging magic power seemed to become part of his body, as natural as breathing to control.

With a slight thought, Luo Yan gathered the elements sensing the summoning rapidly in his hand.

The next second, a massive nether-colored flame surged up from his palm, its edges vaguely emitting a dim purple glow!

The eerie cold and scorching flame projected bizarre energy fluctuations, seeming to even distort the surrounding space with its intensity!

His strength was approaching the edge of Subspace—