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The ancestral home of the Qilin clan is shrouded in auspicious energy, like clouds.

Unlike the aggressive and imposing presence of the other tribal leaders.

A Qilin of the Five Elements was slowly making its way towards the no-man's land, riding on auspicious five-colored clouds.

His demeanor was calm and elegant, as if this battle for immortality and gold that affected the entire Ziwei Star had little to do with him.

This is because the Qilin clan is born with the ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and to understand cause and effect.

Before setting off, the clan's strongest members had already made calculations.

This trip is meaningless to the Qilin Clan. The immortal gold does not belong to them, and forcing it will only create unnecessary karma.

However, calculations also indicate that someone will take away that piece of immortal gold, and that person will shine brightly in this battle of geniuses.

Driven by curiosity, the Five Elements Qilin set off even though it knew it would gain nothing.

He wasn't going to fight for it. The Qilin clan has the utmost faith in their own innate supernatural abilities. If they don't have them, they don't have them. They never doubt this predetermined fate.

He simply wanted to see with his own eyes who this extraordinary being was, standing out among so many ancient oddballs and imperial bloodlines.

The outer perimeter of the Ancient Land of Heavenly Corpses.

This forbidden zone, silent for countless years, is about to become the biggest stage for the competition among the most talented people on Ziwei Star.

Numerous monsters, freaks, and some people who came specifically to watch the show are arriving from all directions.

Every prodigy firmly believes that they are the protagonist of this life and that the immortal gold is destined to be theirs.

Inside the main hall of the Beidou Sacred Land, Feng Zhi stood up.

News also came from the Feng family that the piece of immortal gold was perfectly suited to him, and urged him to make the trip and, while he was at it, protect the clansmen traveling with him.

All the forces involved have made their moves; it's time for him to set off.

A fighting spirit ignited in his eyes; his long-dormant warlike nature was completely ignited by the gathering of these geniuses.

He was itching to see just how powerful those ancient oddballs and the great emperor's grandson really were.

More importantly, relying solely on arduous study is like reinventing the wheel, resulting in very slow progress.

I've never heard of any powerful person achieving their status through arduous training.

If one wants to continuously grow stronger, using war to sustain war might not be a bad choice.

"I'm leaving..."

At this moment, Bei Shenfeng grabbed Feng Zhi and gestured with his chin toward the outside of the hall: "Don't rush, bring Changfeng and the others along too."

"These kids have been cooped up in the Holy Land for so long. It's a good opportunity for them to go out and see the world. Just let them stay in Wangjin City. If a real fight breaks out, you don't need to worry about them."

Feng Zhi followed his gaze.

Gu Changfeng, Shi Gandang, Lan Qiu, and more than ten other disciples and core members of the Holy Land were already waiting outside the hall.

Another female disciple was holding a jade scroll, seemingly preparing to record the entire competition between these prodigies.

Feng Zhi didn't say much, nodded to the Northern Divine Wind, and stepped out of the main hall.

The group exited the mountain gate.

Bei Shenfeng and the other chief disciples stood on the main peak, watching the figures gradually disappear into the distance, their expressions calm.

No one expressed any concern; the fledgling eagle's wings had already grown strong enough, and it was time for it to venture out on its own.

Moreover, several patriarchs were secretly overseeing this battle of geniuses, and Feng Zhi also bore the mark of an imperial weapon.

If some foolish old monster dares to bully the weak, or if someone recklessly uses an imperial weapon...

In the blink of an eye, the Myriad Transformations Emperor Weapon of the Big Dipper and the Two Rules Weapons of the Feng Family will cross over and arrive. Whoever makes a move will die!

As for competition among peers, they weren't worried at all; when it came to fighting, that kid had never disappointed them.

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The Ancient Land of Heavenly Corpses is located in the most remote and desolate uninhabited area on the edge of the Eastern Wilderness.

It is located at the junction of the Nanling Mountains and the Western Desert, with the pitch-black, hopeless sea to its side.

This forbidden zone is almost half the vast wilderness of the Eastern Region, shrouded in a dark, deathly mist all year round.

Twisted ancient remains are faintly visible deep within the mist, and even birds instinctively avoid this airspace.

More than a thousand miles outside the restricted area, at the intersection of three regions.

An ancient city called Wangjincheng has stood here for countless years.

The city walls were several miles high, and the area was so vast that its bustling activity was no less than that of Beidou City.

There is no city lord's mansion here, no powerful forces to protect you, no mortals, only cultivators.

Might and profit are the only rules.

The city was inhabited by cultivators of various races, but the majority were independent cultivators.

They had no sect to support them, no powerful family to back them up; they relied solely on their courage to venture to the edge of the forbidden zone and try their luck.

He thought that even finding a fragment of a sacred weapon could provide him with cultivation resources for most of his life.

Exchanges, auction houses, forging workshops, intelligence offices... can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Most of them are branches set up by various forces to provide services to cultivators who linger on the edge of forbidden zones.

Monks of different races brushed past each other here.

The human race of the Eastern Wilderness, the demon race of the Southern Ridge, and the god race of the Central Divine Continent.

Some were spies keeping an eye on any unusual activity in the restricted area, while others were cultivators looking for treasure on the outskirts.

It is common to see people and gods, demons and ancient races fighting each other on the spot due to old racial grudges.

The explosions from the clash of magical artifacts could be heard across half the city, blasting nearby stalls to smithereens.

The stall owner, cursing and swearing, picked up usable items and stuffed them into his mind, clearly used to this kind of scene.

In a restaurant on the same street, several indifferent laymen were drinking, too lazy to even lift their eyelids.

In the Forbidden City, such scenes happen eight hundred times a day, and are no longer worth watching.

And then the news spread that the Xuanhuang Mother Gold had appeared in this world.

This ancient city, which had become a no-man's-land due to its proximity to a restricted area, began to bustle with activity in just one day.

The people of Wanbaoge, one of the ancient great religions of the human race, were the first to arrive.

With their superior information channels, they were naturally one step ahead! They quickly set up a temporary auction stage in the center of the Forbidden City.

A portly shopkeeper with a round belly shouted at the gathering of cultivators:

"Fellow Daoists, the battle for Immortal Gold is imminent. My Wanbao Pavilion has specially arranged for a batch of holy healing medicines and protective magic treasures. The prices are fair and honest, and we will not cheat you, young or old!"

"Fellow Daoist, I see your forehead is dark. Would you like a Vigorous Dragon Pill? It's not expensive, only 100,000 catties of spiritual energy!"

In the teahouse, a middle-aged rogue cultivator from the Eastern Region took a swig of wine, poked his head out, and sneered: "Fatty, are you sick? What do immortal gold have to do with people like us?"

"That's for those supreme demons! Besides, do they need your paltry sums? Why are you still selling yourself here? Don't you have anything better to do?"

The manager of Wanbaoge was not annoyed and replied with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken! Immortal gold selects people not necessarily based on cultivation level or talent, but perhaps on fate or that mysterious and profound fortune?"

He patted his large belly and looked at everyone present with a serious expression: "Fellow Daoists, although our cultivation is not high, think about it."

"Throughout history, how many great opportunities have ultimately fallen into the hands of unknown individuals? Didn't those great emperors also rise from the bottom in their youth? Who can predict luck? Anyway, we're already here, how will we know if we don't try?"