The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

The hall began to shake, and cracks on the walls spread outwards like a spider web.

A terrifying aura surged from the depths of the main hall; it was the oppressive force of a Nascent Soul cultivator, as vast as a mountain and as overwhelming as the sea, crushing everything in its path.

Han Zifeng's expression changed drastically, and the four elite disciples behind him were forced to kneel on one knee.

Their faces were all deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down their foreheads.

They were merely at the Golden Core stage, and in front of a Nascent Soul stage expert, they were like ants.

"This is... a Nascent Soul stage expert?!"

Han Zifeng's voice was trembling.

He was in the late Nascent Soul stage, just one step away from becoming a Deity.

But this one step makes all the difference.

The pressure from the Nascent Soul stage cultivator made him feel his breath freeze.

Luo Tian frowned slightly, raised his hand and waved, a golden light enveloping Xiao Niannian and the other two.

The golden light shielded her from the oppressive aura, and Xiao Niannian felt nothing, still curiously looking around.

"Dad, what's inside?"

"It's just a snake."

Luo Tian spoke in a flat tone.

"What's a long worm? Is it very long?"

"Hmm, that's a long one, enough to make a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for several months!"

Little Niannian tilted her head, unable to imagine how long "very long" meant.

But she understood that the contents could be made into something delicious and could be eaten for a long time.

The entire secret realm began to tremble, and cracks appeared in the golden light curtain in the sky.

The spiritual fields on the ground were riddled with cracks, and distant mountain peaks were rapidly collapsing.

Gravel tumbled down, and dust filled the air.

Those who were still searching for treasures throughout the secret realm all sensed the commotion here.

"What happened?"

"That aura...it was terrifying!"

"A great treasure has been discovered! It must be a great treasure!"

Dozens of figures rose into the air from various parts of the secret realm and flew towards the main hall.

The white-haired old man on the clouds, the humanoid creature in the black mist... everyone rushed over.

Deep inside the main hall, it was pitch black.

In the darkness, those blood-red eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Its eyes were as big as lanterns, blood red, and radiated a bloodthirsty light.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the main hall exploded, and debris flew everywhere like cannonballs.

Everyone retreated to avoid the attack of the falling rocks.

A colossal black dragon rose from the ruins, its massive body stretching across the sky for hundreds of feet.

It is entirely black, with scales as hard as iron, each the size of a washbasin, gleaming with a cold, eerie luster.

The dragon's claws were like hooks, gleaming with a cold light; its horns were rugged, piercing straight into the sky.

The black dragon roared to the sky, its cry shaking the heavens.

The surrounding mountains and trees were shattered by the sound waves, sending debris flying everywhere.

Rock fragments broke off from the mountainside and tumbled down the cliff with a thunderous roar.

"Venerable Kumu, you've been dead for so many years, do you still want me to be buried with you?"

The black dragon's roar was like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Now that I am free, the world is vast, where can't I go? Hahaha..."

It roared wildly, its roar echoing like a rolling wave.

The surrounding air was distorted and deformed by the shock, and the ground was shattered into pieces.

Those who had just arrived in the distance were forced to retreat by the sound waves, their faces turning pale.

"Is this power beyond the Martial God realm? It's terrifying..."

"The sound alone makes me lose my balance; if we were to fight, I couldn't even withstand a single move!"

"So, the Supreme Martial God isn't the end after all; we were just ignorant!"

"Is this the legendary power of immortals spoken of by the alchemists of the pre-Qin period? It's terrifying..."

The white-haired old man and others who arrived later exclaimed in amazement.

Faced with such a powerful presence, some people began to consider retreating.

But seeing so many people around, I couldn't bear to leave.

Humans are greedy; what if there really is a great treasure?

The black dragon's laughter abruptly stopped...

It lowered its head, its blood-red dragon eyes sweeping over the tiny figures below.

His eyes were filled with contempt and greed.

"You ants, you've come at the perfect time."

The black dragon licked its lips, revealing its gleaming white fangs.

"I have been trapped for a thousand years, and my cultivation has been greatly damaged."

"Perfect for a snack with you guys, to recover some of my strength, hahaha..."