Ti trickled away, and a few hours passed in the blink of an eye. The Hundred Demon Competition finally officially ca to an end.
With his indisputable strength, Fang Hong successfully secured a spot to enter the Ancient Demon Realm.
The Dragon Clan Elder presiding over the competition stood suspended in the air, his booming voice echoing throughout the entire Martial Arena.
"All arena masters who have obtained a spot must gather at the Ancient Demon Mountain in the west of the city tomorrow morning to enter the Ancient Demon Realm together. Do not be late, rember that!"
After giving instructions, the Dragon Clan Elder transford into a streak of light and departed.
Afterward, Fang Hong wandered around Ancestral Dragon City for a long ti.
He visited all the major markets and treasure shops, but regrettably, he did not find any treasures that caught his eye.
Thus, he stopped delaying and headed straight in the direction of the Ancient Demon Mountain.
The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, the one hundred arena masters selected by the Hundred Demon Competition arrived one after another at the foot of the Ancient Demon Mountain.
Fang Hong was the first to arrive. At this mont, he was sitting on a smooth rock at the foot of the mountain, arms crossed and eyes closed, resting his mind, turning a deaf ear to the discussions of the surrounding demon race.
He never took the initiative to communicate with other Demonic Cultivators, simply waiting patiently for the mont to enter the Ancient Demon Realm.
From the outside, this Ancient Demon Mountain looked no different from an ordinary mountain.
It was five or six hundred zhang high, covered in dense ancient trees, and there were many Dragon Clan disciples patrolling and guarding the foot of the mountain.
The crowd of Demonic waited at the foot of the mountain for about half an hour before a sound of breaking through the air finally ca from the distant horizon. The true high-level mbers of the Dragon Clan had finally arrived.
More than five hundred Dragon Clan Cultivators ca riding on auspicious clouds, a dark, overwhelming mass.
Without exception, these Dragon Clan Cultivators were all in the Immortal Emperor Realm. This lineup was enough to show how much the Dragon Clan valued this experience in the Ancient Demon Realm.
The leader was an old man draped in a golden robe, with white hair and beard, and a simple, ancient face. The mont Fang Hong saw this old man, his heart jolted!
An extrely profound aura emanated from the old man; it was a pressure far surpassing the Immortal Emperor Realm. He was definitely an Immortal Emperor powerhouse!
"The Dragon Clan actually sent an Immortal Emperor Elder to lead the training. Their foundation is truly well-deserved and unfathomable!" Fang Hong clicked his tongue inwardly, becoming even more vigilant at the sa ti.
The golden-robed old man's gaze slowly swept over the hundred demon race mbers below, without saying much.
He simply walked to the front of the Ancient Demon Mountain, stood still, and waited quietly to the side, clearly not having detected Fang Hong's disguise.
Fang Hong's heart settled slightly. It seed that this golden-robed old man's cultivation was likely only at the Early Stage of the Immortal Emperor Realm and could not see through his disguise technique.
Fang Hong looked at a handso-faced Fox Race youth beside him and asked, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask if there are any restrictions on the opening ti of the Ancient Demon Realm?"
The Fox Race youth turned to look at Fang Hong, his attitude quite friendly, and replied with a smile, "As far as I know, the Ancient Demon Realm is only open for one month each ti."
"After one month, regardless of where they are, all outsiders will be forcibly teleported out by the powerful spatial force within the realm."
After a pause, the Fox Race youth suggested, "Seeing as you are also acting alone, Fellow Daoist, why don't we form a team and travel together?"
"The Ancient Demon Realm is fraught with crises. Exploring as a team is not only safer, but we can also help each other when encountering treasures."
"I have heard that there are many Ancient Beasts in the Ancient Demon Realm, including so peak-level Ancient Beasts. Fighting alone is too dangerous!"
That Fox Race youth was friendly and was also at the Late Stage of the Immortal Emperor Realm. Seeing that Fang Hong's cultivation was good, he extended an invitation.
Upon hearing this, Fang Hong just smiled faintly, shook his head, and replied, "Many thanks for your kind offer, Fellow Daoist, but I am used to fighting alone. Teaming up would only tie my hands, so I won't trouble you."
Seeing his firm attitude, the Fox Race youth didn't say anything more, just shrugged and said, "Alright then, take care of yourself, Fellow Daoist."
...
After nearly half an hour, the originally calm sky suddenly showed signs of movent.
High above in the sky, thunder and lightning suddenly flashed.
Blinding lightning tore through the clouds, and sparks of fire shot out in all directions, illuminating the entire horizon.
Just as this phenonon of heaven and earth surged, a long, narrow spatial rift appeared on the firmant without warning, its edges still constantly twisting.
"It really is the phenonon of a Treasure Realm opening."
Watching the phenonon in the sky, Fang Hong's face did not show much surprise, but rather a hint of understanding.
Back when he was training in the Human Realm, he had seen the exact sa scene; it was the spatial rift that only appeared when a Treasure Realm intersected with the Immortal Realm.
However, the spatial rift at this mont was extrely unstable, with spatial turbulence constantly surging at its edges, looking as if it could close at any mont.
Just then, the golden-robed old man of the Dragon Clan suddenly raised his hand, and a brilliant Immortal Qi light burst from his palm.
Like a sturdy chain, it precisely subrged into the spatial rift.
Boundless Immortal power instantly spread out, and the spatial rift, which had been shaking violently, actually stabilized rapidly under the suppression of this force.
The turbulence at the edges of the rift also dissipated along with it.
After doing all this, the golden-robed old man turned back and swept a glance at the Dragon Clan mbers behind him.
Then, he took the lead and stepped into the spatial rift, his figure disappearing into the depths of the rift in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the other Dragon Clan disciples imdiately followed suit, filing in one after another.
Only after all the Dragon Clan mbers had entered the rift did the group of Demonic Cultivators participating in the Hundred Demon Competition dare to fly into the rift.
Fang Hong mingled in the back of the crowd and flew into the rift; his figure was soon swallowed by the rift, disappearing into the sky...
A burst of blinding white light flashed violently before Fang Hong's eyes.
After only a few breaths, the white light quietly faded away.
When Fang Hong opened his eyes again, he was already in a completely unfamiliar space.
The Demonic Cultivators who had been traveling alongside him just monts ago were nowhere to be seen; clearly, they had been dispersed to different areas by the spatial teleportation force.
Fang Hong quickly steadied his figure, looked around, and discovered that he was standing on an extrely vast prairie.
This prairie was vast and boundless, with no end in sight, and the terrain was so flat that there was almost no undulation.
The surface was covered with knee-high, withered yellow weeds, swaying gently in the breeze.
Overhead was a clear blue sky with white clouds, and the Immortal Qi in the air could be considered abundant, thicker than in the outside world.
Fang Hong slowly spread out his powerful Divine Sense, extending it in all directions, carefully sensing every movent in the surroundings...
A mont later, Fang Hong's Divine Sense captured so abnormalities!
Deep underground, hundreds of thousands of li away in front, quite a few auras were quietly moving.
The strength of these auras was not weak; they were definitely not ordinary Demon Beasts, but likely the Ancient Beast groups unique to this space.
Fang Hong imdiately unleashed his Void Secret Technique. With a whoosh, he instantly crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of li, arriving precisely at the source of those auras.
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