Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

I think so.

"In a few hundred years."

"Produce a few Void Refinement Realm experts."

"It's still uncertain!"

The cultivators chatted amongst themselves.

...

The endless mountain range was made up of dark, piled-up stones, with not a single decent patch of green to be found.

Scattered throughout those mountains are numerous cities.

The city walls, the city towers, and even the road beneath our feet.

They were all made by stacking up those black stones, one by one.

Looking from afar.

It exuded an indescribable chill.

This place is called the Black Mountain Continent.

It is the only place in this world that is not bound by any rules.

Countless demonic sects have taken up residence here.

Those vicious villains who were hunted down by various continents and had nowhere to run.

Most of them hid inside, barely surviving.

Even the traditionally domineering demon race.

They dared not set foot in this place lightly.

For a thousand years.

Hidden within this Black Mountain Continent are powerful cultivators at the Void Refinement stage.

There are no three.

There are two.

In the busiest square in the city.

At this moment, a large crowd has gathered around.

Within the circle.

The two cultivators fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.

The clash of swords and the splashing of blood covered the ground.

The blood became indistinct once it touched the black stone ground.

"Kill him!"

"Yes, that's it!"

"happy!"

The cultivators watching were all thoroughly engrossed.

Cheers and applause rose and fell.

No one tried to persuade them.

In this Black Mountain continent.

They'd fight to the death for a single martial art.

That's perfectly normal.

At the other end of the square.

It's quite peaceful.

A young gentleman in brocade robes leaned lazily against a jade chair.

Behind him.

Two female cultivators were kneeling.

The two female cultivators were dressed in thin clothes, and their bodies were trembling like leaves.

One person held a teacup with both hands, respectfully raising it above their head.

The other one knelt on the ground.

The young man in brocade robes lazily placed one foot on the female cultivator's face.

The female cultivator didn't even dare to dodge.

Instead, they moved closer.

She carefully began to massage the young master's feet.

"Young master."

A monk approached, a smile plastered on his face.

"Everyone knows."

"The number one demonic sect on the Black Mountain Continent."

"That Supreme Elder, the Void Refinement Grand Cultivator, the Demon Cloud Ancestor."

"This is the sky."

The monk was hunched over.

"And you, young master."

"He is the only bloodline of that Demon Cloud Ancestor."

"The great name of Akiyama-kun."

"That's a name that's been heard of for ages!"

The young man in brocade robes, known as Lord Akiyama.

She glanced at him coldly.

"Flattery."

"Shoot less."

Akiyama-kun withdrew his foot from the female cultivator's face.

"I am now."

"Just one small step away."

"Then you will be able to enter the Nascent Soul stage."

He raised his chin and gestured towards the two bloodthirsty cultivators in the center of the square.

"Wait until those two idiots have fought enough."

"You, in my place."

"The skill they're fighting over."

"Take it."

The monk readily agreed.

"Yes, yes."

"Rest assured, young master."

"Leave it to the younger one."

Akiyama-kun was satisfied and leaned back in his chair.

Right at this juncture.

The sky was originally dark and gloomy.

Suddenly.

It's gotten even darker.

I don't know where it came from, but a force came down from above.

An overwhelming sense of oppression.

That oppressive aura was immediately felt.

The entire city, built of black stone, trembled violently.

on the square.

The two cultivators were locked in a fierce battle.

They all stopped immediately.

The onlookers, one by one, stared wide-eyed.

But not a sound could be uttered.

The oppressive aura was so strong that even their knees trembled.

Akiyama's expression also changed.

He suddenly stood up from the jade chair.

look up.

All that could be seen was the heavens above.

A figure appeared out of nowhere.

It stood there out of thin air.

He was a thin, elderly man.

Hands behind his back.

A pair of straw sandals, stepping on the void.

It swayed and wobbled.

He looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

Qiushan Jun secretly probed the old man with his divine sense.

Unable to detect it.

The old man's cultivation was like a bottomless abyss.

Akiyama-kun's divine sense penetrated in.

There was not a single response.

broken.

Akiyama's heart sank.

This is quite a background.

Not small.

but.

Akiyama-kun reconsidered.

Then my heart settled down again.

Whoever it is.

Even if he is a Void Refinement expert.

Behind him, there was his grandfather, the Demon Cloud Ancestor, who was also there to oversee things.

Old Ancestor Demon Cloud was also a Grand Cultivator of the Void Refinement stage.

They have roamed this Black Mountain continent for thousands of years.

Why be afraid of him?

Thinking about it that way...

Akiyama-kun composed himself.

Towards the old man high in the heavens.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

He adopted a posture that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"This senior."

"Such a grand display."

"I don't know what it means?"

The old man high in the heavens.

That is, Li Changfeng.

Slowly, he lowered his head.

Those cloudy eyes fell on Akiyama-kun.

"Um?"

Li Changfeng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"The world these days."

"A child in the Nascent Soul stage."

"You dare to speak to this old man?"

Those words sound so casual.

But it reached Akiyama-kun's ears.

But it was like a muffled thunderclap, striking right on his forehead.

Nascent Soul?

Akiyama's face turned bright red.

He was clearly at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, just one step away from entering the Divine Transformation stage.

How did it end up in this old man's mouth?

And that's how it becomes a Nascent Soul infant?

Mr. Akiyama wanted to argue further.

Li Changfeng, however, was too lazy to listen anymore.

But those cloudy eyes.

In a faint way.

He glanced at Akiyama-kun.

Just one glance.

There wasn't a single fancy move.

Akiyama felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

An unparalleled force came crashing down on him from all directions.

He didn't even have time to scream.

That body possessed the Golden Core cultivation achieved through over a hundred years of arduous practice.

It was as if the dam had burst.

With a whoosh.

It spread completely along his limbs and bones.

Akiyama-kun fell straight down to the ground.

All his spiritual power was completely wasted.

The two kneeling female spirit slaves.

Terrified, he scrambled to the side to hide.

The square was completely silent.

All the monks were dumbfounded.

That's the only bloodline of the Demon Cloud Ancestor.

A Golden Core Great Perfection.

That's it.

The old man cast a glance at them.

Is it ruined?

Right at this juncture.

Above the city.

Without any warning.

A dark cloud surged up.

The clouds were low and heavy.

In the blink of an eye, the entire city was completely covered.

A voice, old and cold.

It came out faintly from within the inky black clouds.

"I don't know."

"Which senior is it?"

"Your presence is an honor to grace my Black Mountain Continent?"

Immediately afterwards, a figure stepped out from the dark clouds.

Such overwhelming pressure and celestial phenomena clearly indicate a high-level cultivator at the Void Refinement stage.

Although it's impossible to discern Li Changfeng's cultivation level.

But at this moment, the Demon Cloud Ancestor, who was at the Void Refinement stage, dared not be negligent in the slightest.

...