Chapter 162: Returning to the Demon Realm

Hum—

A ripple spread outward, and he vanished from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in a desolate forest.

Raising his eyes, he saw that the dome of the sky was pitch black, as if the entire world had been smeared with heavy ink, wrapped in utter darkness.

"Is this the mythological world?"

Bai Zongnan carefully observed his surroundings, noticing that the vegetation in the forest was sparse, and the ground was dry and cracked, seemingly devoid of any living blade of grass. Yet, he caught a faint scent of blood.

It was akin to those who chant scriptures and meditate, feeling as though failing to complete their daily tasks would cause their cultivation to stagnate. Such a thought seemed perfectly normal on the surface—"one must practice diligently to achieve advancement in cultivation"—just as one must study hard to improve academic scores, seeming completely normal.

Luo Yulan also chimed in with persuasion. By comparison, Luo Yulan felt a deep sense of indebtedness toward Zhang Hao; even if Zhang Hao were to ask them for one or two million, they would have no choice but to give it.

The Black Radiant Dragon, the most formidable magical beast across the entire continent, before which even the Patriarch of the Dragon Clan would have to yield by three parts.

"This altitude..." Di Tian was momentarily startled upon hearing this. Had human technology reached such a degree? Even for him, his altitude limit was roughly around here.

Throughout these endless years, King Mo Lu had never left a single trace. Would he truly reveal his fox's tail now?

This was not the first time their hands had been intertwined, yet somehow, imperceptibly, they had grown accustomed to this warmth.

Firstly, this concerned the unfulfilled wish of Jie Nan; secondly, though Meng Keke had spent five years in the Fengyue Dynasty and held numerous grievances against the Sovereign of Fengyue, she still retained a shred of lingering affection for the dynasty itself.

This undead magic potion went a step beyond the bone-stripping magic potion, known as the corruption magic potion. So-called corruption meant it could dissolve even bones.

Likewise, by this point, he could distinctly perceive that his physical fatigue had indeed greatly diminished, clearly owing to the recovery of his physical strength.

After a dozen breaths, they were still traversing the corridors. Every corridor here was identical, endless like a labyrinth, and it seemed as though after making a massive circle, they had returned right back to where they entered.

However, his purpose was not treasure hunting, for he possessed self-awareness; lacking sufficient cultivation, one should not rush about blindly. Therefore, he seized this opportunity to team up with the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion to hype up the price of the Anti-Toxin Pill.

The roc let out two sharp cries, seemingly in protest, but seeing that Nangong Yunyao was resolute in pressing forward, it had no other choice. Forced to obey his command, it reluctantly flew downward.

He ultimately decided to make a move. Even at the risk of destroying the Primordial World, Hongjun could not allow the Wu clan to become the masters of the heavens and earth.

When he clearly recognized the features of the newcomer, the hand gripping the Beretta pistol deep inside his trouser pocket slowly relaxed. He slowly withdrew his right hand from his pocket, glaring with a ferocious gaze at the security guard before him.

Ao Xian probably had no inkling of the gluttonous Chaos beast's abilities, and many people in the past had fallen precisely because of this characteristic of the divine water. Many believed their divine treasures and magical artifacts were sharp and unyielding, but encountering the divine water was like running into the worst possible luck, rendering them utterly helpless.

"What is your name, so I may address you properly, or else I'll have to refer to you as 'the guy in glasses'!" Xichen ignored his magnanimous and face-saving 'compromise,' simply asking for his name in a cold tone.

Moments later, a thick column of heavy smoke billowed from the mouth of the cave, shrouding its surroundings in a dense fog.

The magnificent scenery below flashed past in an instant, but none of them had their minds on such things, nor did they spare a single glance to admire the view beneath. Their faces were heavy with silence, their complexions exceedingly grim.

This reef was unimaginably massive, resembling a towering mountain. After climbing for a while, the group finally reached the edge of the reef.

"You guys were having so much fun and left me to do the running around, you really something else, mister. Was it because someone's bluff was called by me today on purpose?" As soon as Nierong stopped, a rapid sequence of words tumbled out.