In Middle Venerable Province there existed an ancient altar that had been there for a very long time. When it was built, even the relevant departments couldn’t give an accurate date.
In the central area of the altar hung a sphere similar to a globe, releasing weak light each day tirelessly.
“Crack!”
One day, fine crack marks appeared in the light sphere.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Five elders wearing white robes hurriedly walked in from outside, their turbid gazes showing gravity.
“How did the spatial barrier crack?”
“Could it be related to the spatial tremors from Great Venerable Imperial City earlier?”
“It’s possible!”
“This crack location… not good! It’s the uninhabited area in North Desert Province where the demon was sealed!”
“Go! Go!”
The lead elder said nervously: “Quickly go reinforce it, lest that demon break the seal and bring disaster to Xingyun Continent again!”
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Five streams of light flew out from Middle Venerable Province, heading toward North Desert Province.
However.
When they arrived at the scene, they only saw the slowly healing spatial cracks and made no discoveries.
“It’s over!”
The five people’s hearts turned cold: “That demon has escaped!”
“It was sealed for thousands of years—at this moment it must be extremely weak. We must find it quickly!” The lead elder said in a heavy voice.
…
In the Sacred Hall, an elder whose entire body emanated supreme pressure sat in the head position, shouting in a heavy voice: “Ling Yao, this is the consequence of your unauthorized action in the lower realm!”
On both sides, several dignified elders all coldly stared at the graceful figure standing below, seemingly shrouded in clouds and mist.
“The seal was already deteriorating—it breaking was only a matter of time.”
A melodious voice transmitted from the clouds and mist: “Moreover, don’t you Upper Realm rulers of Realm Hall all disregard the lives of the lower realm?”
“As long as the realm rules exist for one day, we won’t tolerate anyone violating them!” The lead elder coldly shouted.
The graceful figure said coolly: “This Emperor has already explained very clearly—just a casual wave, no harm to living beings. If there’s nothing else, I’ll return first.”
Finishing speaking, she vanished from the spot.
“Your Excellency.”
The elder sitting on the left said in a heavy voice: “This Empress Ling Yao is becoming more and more presumptuous!”
“Clearly violating the realm rules herself, she casually explains and leaves—what does she think Realm Hall is?”
Because that woman left on her own, several elders were so angry they were fuming.
“Hmph.”
The dignified elder sitting in the head position said coldly: “Empress Ling Yao, you’d better not let any weakness fall into our Realm Hall’s hands!”
“Your Excellency.”
An elder beside him said: “The Xingyun Continent spatial barrier cracked because of Empress Ling Yao—how should we handle this?”
“She’s not wrong. The seal was already gradually losing effectiveness—it breaking was only a matter of time. Since it’s unavoidable, naturally we should let those mortal beings face it themselves.” The dignified elder said coolly.
“That sealed demon after all comes from the Upper Realm. Xingyun Continent’s overall strength has seriously declined in recent millennia—I’m afraid they’ll have difficulty resisting.” Someone said gravely.
“Any tribulation is ordained by heaven. Whether they can resolve it depends on their fortune. How could we have time to manage such trivial matters.”
The dignified elder waved his hand indicating: “Everyone disperse.”
…
“Qingyang, your master is hungry—go beg for some vegetarian food.”
In a forest with clear mountains and beautiful waters, Jun Changxiao lay on a bamboo chair, saying weakly.
His appearance was very haggard, his originally early-twenties look seemingly aging over ten years out of nowhere.
Falling to this state, the Heaven and Earth Talisman deserved credit.
Seeing Sect Master Jun in this miserable state, the system not only showed no sympathy but rather felt like laughing.
“Hahahahahaha!”
Jun Changxiao: “…”
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang took out a bowl of fried rice from his spatial ring: “I still have dry rations prepared by Junior Sister Liu here—how about you make do with a couple bites first?”
“Mm.”
Jun Changxiao slowly opened his mouth.
After eating the fried rice, his body finally had a tiny bit of strength: “De…depart…”
Sigh.
So pitiful.
…
Participating in this Dragon-Tiger Competition, Jun Changxiao was quite depressed.
He didn’t gain much in substantive martial cultivation resources—just given a plaque that wasn’t even made of pure gold.
Such a large competition, how could the organizers be so stingy?
What gave Jun Changxiao slight consolation was:
After the Dragon-Tiger Competition ended, including the two Experience Talismans used previously, he obtained four in total.
Before the competition between Ten Thousand Ancient Sect and Proud World Sacred Sect, another side quest came—if the sect won the competition and obtained the championship, it clearly awarded two Experience Talismans.
Because at that time Night Emperor was eager to abuse Ao Wushuang, the author didn’t even have a chance to write it out.
“Such a big competition only gives four Experience Talismans, doesn’t even give contribution points—the system is even stingier!” Jun Changxiao complained.
The high-tier shop products were so powerful. He’d rather trade four Experience Talismans for forty thousand contribution points—then he could buy four products and become even stronger.
Cultivating was impossible—he’d never cultivate in this lifetime.
If conditions allowed, Jun Changxiao would definitely choose to take the shortcut of cheating.
…
Because he had no strength at all and hadn’t brought the Demon Ridge Black Eagles, Jun Changxiao could only be carried by disciples in turns, taking half a month to return to Ten Thousand Ancient Sect.
But just as they reached the mountain foot, they saw densely packed warriors gathered together—initial estimates were at least a million.
“My heavens!”
Su Xiaomo exclaimed: “So many people!”
“Our heroes have returned!” Just at this moment, someone yelled at the top of their lungs.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Warriors who were anxiously waiting all looked over. Seeing Jun Changxiao and the others, they pulled out large flags and unfurled banners.
“Sect Master Jun!”
Xie Guangkun stepped forward, cupping his fists: “You’ve worked hard!”
With Ten Thousand Ancient Sect winning the Dragon-Tiger Competition, as Qingyang City’s city lord, he naturally had to organize people to come congratulate!
Actually.
They’d been waiting for several days.
Jun Changxiao sat in the bamboo chair, cupping his fists: “City Lord Xie, you’re too kind.”
“Swish! Swish!”
Qingyang City’s citizens spontaneously made way for a path leading up the mountain.
Under their gaze, Ten Thousand Ancient Sect disciples walked straight ahead, everyone with straight backs, enjoying the coolness of being the center of attention.
Jun Changxiao was also filled with mixed emotions.
Although participating in the Dragon-Tiger Competition was more for spirit stones, being able to have so many fellow townspeople come welcome him still felt pretty good.
Right!
The spirit stones!
When will Master Yi deliver them!
There was no hope for now, because Guild Master Yi was currently in a cycle of waking, fainting, waking, fainting, tirelessly repeating.
…
“Whoosh!”
In an extremely dark forest, a pair of large eyes suddenly appeared from the grass, the eyeballs turning up, down, left, and right, then cautiously walked out.
It was a purple-haired male with a slender build, but his entire body was exposed.
Although there was no one around, being naked in broad daylight really damaged public morals!
“Roar!”
“Roar!”
Just at this moment, roars shook the heavens within the forest!
One could only see enormous spirit beasts charging out from the darkness, then all kneeling before the purple-haired male, excitedly shouting: “We meet the King!”
“Mm.”
The purple-haired male sat on a boulder, his legs casually spread wide.
This person’s face revealed demonic evil energy, emanating a faint aura of supreme arrogance as he said: “After so many years have passed, you still remember this king. I am deeply gratified, deeply gratified.”
“King!”
A spirit beast said with a smile: “Do you want to first find some human clothes to wear?”
“Boom!”
Suddenly, the purple-haired male appeared before it, punching it flying with one fist, his gaze cold as he said: “Wearing human clothes defiles this king’s incomparably noble body!”
This was his reason for not wearing clothes.
The beasts couldn’t help but shudder, their gazes showing fear.
The King, sealed for so long, still had such strong power—our beast clan’s path to revival was clearly not far off!
“King!”
A spirit beast said weakly: “The clan’s descendants are waiting for your return in Death Valley!”
“Death Valley?”
The purple-haired male clenched his fist, roaring angrily: “This king’s people must have been bullied extremely miserably by humans these years, otherwise how could they be in such a godforsaken place!”