Chapter 125 Who is he?

On the third day, cultivators from the two realms and three domains rushed to the entrance of the Void Ancient Realm.

The cultivators looked out over this long-closed Central Continent. Apart from the dozen or so gleaming spirit towers and a few watchtowers that could be vaguely seen among the towering ancient trees, they could see a few.

Not a single ruin remained.

The most breathtaking sight was the sky over the Void Ancient Realm.

It was gloomy and gloomy, and even the air had a faint, strange smell.

It is conceivable that after the fall of the strongest forces from all sides three hundred years ago, the great war of more than a decade, in order to seize this land, has long since eroded the former glory of the once prosperous Central Plains.

Jiang Xianwan gazed at the faintly visible spire and suddenly understood... why the beautiful woman was so stingy.

Having endured countless battles between humans, demons, and monsters, this land has been eroded into ruins, losing all its fertility and hope. Due to the resentment accumulated by so many humans, demons, and monsters who died in the great war, it has become a barren and inaccessible wasteland.

Until the Phoenix Sword Master and the two Emperors defeated the demons, ended the war, and took control of the two realms, one spirit tower after another rose from the ground.

The remaining spirit beasts, demonic beasts, and monsters in the Void Ancient Realm coexist, collectively known as exotic beasts.

In addition, the countless bones buried there, the heavy resentment, and the harsh conditions have led to the proliferation of mutated species.

Through constant battles and evolution, they have developed their own system, making them far more powerful and dangerous than the beasts outside the secret realm.

At this moment, outside the Void Ancient Realm, there were countless humans, demons, and monsters, and the surrounding tree branches were covered with all sorts of strange and wonderful bodies.

The renewed Xuan Gu Tournament attracted almost all cultivators from the two realms and three domains.

Several elders were still fiddling with the projection stones.

Before long, an elder from the Taixu Sect and an elder from the Wangu Sect stepped forward.

The extremely beautiful and heroic female cultivator smiled and said, "I am Elder Ji of the Eternal Sect. Since this is the first time that all of you disciples are participating in the Profound Ancient Competition, I will explain the rules once."

"There is no time limit for this competition. The first team to collect all five fragments will win. Of course, all resources obtained in the Void Ancient Realm will be divided among the teams themselves. In addition, the winning team will receive extra rewards."

Elder Tie of the Taixu Sect said in a deep voice: "The five small teams will be randomly teleported to different areas on the outer perimeter by the formation. Remember not to go near the inner perimeter, after all, there is only one teleportation talisman."

Elder Ji smiled slightly, "For the sake of friendly development between the two realms and three domains, the projection spirit stones worn on your chests must not be removed, and there must be no killing between the teams. Otherwise, there will be no leniency."

"Furthermore, apart from the magical artifacts they have contracted with, they may not carry any other auxiliary magical treasures or talismans. In other words, alchemists can bring alchemy furnaces, but they cannot bring medicinal herbs or spiritual plants; they must pick and refine them on the spot. Similarly, talisman cultivators can bring blank talisman paper, talisman ink, and other related items, but they cannot bring pre-drawn talismans."

"Of course, if there are two cultivators who practice the same thing, such as swordsmanship and pills, or sword and pill furnace, they can carry those as well."

"Therefore, everyone, please check yourselves and hand over any items that you are not allowed to carry to your respective sects for safekeeping."

She surveyed the assembled cultivators, her gaze sweeping across the three realms of the demon and monster worlds before finally settling on the Eternal Sect's group.

But then they saw the participating disciples, who were reluctantly taking out their magical treasures and talismans, looking up at the sky in a commotion.

Elder Ji looked up in astonishment, and what he saw shocked him beyond measure.

"Emperor?"

Three figures appeared faintly in the clouds beneath the pavilion on the magnificent cloud boat, their terrifying pressure inspiring awe and reverence.

There was even a hint of spiritual energy reflecting auspicious light on Baiyun Ferry.

A giant fish shadow with two small horns leaped through the thin mist in the faint morning light, scattering glittering fragments of ice and snow, like a dream.

Lin Yujin: "Wow, Yu Xiaobai is a dragon carp?"

"Dragon Carp!" a disciple from the Northern Territory exclaimed in a low voice, "It's the Emperor!"

"It's already rare for the Sword Venerable to come, but for both Emperor Venerables to come as well!"

Lin Qingran gently bit her lip.

The man seated above is the most esteemed man on the Xuan Gu Continent, and also featured in the Beauty Gallery.

Amidst a whirlwind of thoughts, a stunningly beautiful and dashing figure appeared, his robes billowing like mist, stepping onto the clouds, a small baby dressed in the same color scheme cradling in his arms.

"Your Highness, the Demon Realm, is like a whirlwind of snow!"

"That's Feng Xingxing!"

Aside from the speechless Jiang Xianwan, Wolf Taihui in the group was practically grinding his teeth to dust as he stared at that dapper-looking figure.

He was forced to wash dishes in the kitchen all night. If his father hadn't come to bail him out, he would have almost missed the Xuan Gu Competition.

Sirius frowned, looking displeased, and sat down in the stands with a cold snort.

The demonic cultivators looked rather grim and scoffed at them.

Pshaw, what are you showing off for?

It's like every family has a pillar of strength.

But at this moment, he also began to miss his own emperor, who always ran away from home and never saw a piece of clothing all year round.

The realm's face is the worst.

Unfortunately, they haven't even finished cleaning up their own mess, and the three kings have been fighting to the death for three hundred years, with no emperor to this day.

In unison: "Pah! Pretending to be stupid!"

If their emperor were still alive, how could they possibly be sitting on top! The entire boat and its crew would be blown to pieces!

The three kings of the realm sat together with the elders and leaders of the two realms.

From this perspective, the boundary region appears to be the weakest party.

Jiang Xianwan was somewhat distracted.

For some reason, ever since she arrived in the Void Ancient Realm, the sword spirit within her consciousness has made her feel an extremely sad and urgent aura.

But the sword spirit remained asleep, its consciousness struggling, until finally fading into complete silence.

She silently took out a steamer of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). Speaking of which, when she woke up yesterday morning, Yun Weize was sitting there looking at the chessboard by himself.

Seeing her come out, he turned his head away expressionlessly and looked at her.

Jiang Xianwan got goosebumps from his stare and was about to speak when Di Yin brought back breakfast from somewhere.

She ate numbly while watching the two emperors continue their battle with a look of utter disbelief.

Just as she was about to slip away and take the fish out for a stroll, the two emperors stopped her in unison.

She and Yu were so engrossed in watching the two play chess that their eyes almost popped out. They made an excuse to squat downstairs for a while, but were then urged back by two messages.

He stared for a long time, then drifted off to sleep next to the dragon carp at the table.

I woke up on the couch to find several steamers of various flavored xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and a bowl of sweet jujube porridge on the table.

Yun Weize and Di Yin didn't know when they left.

Jiang Xianwan had just put one in her mouth when several pairs of hands appeared in front of her, interrupting her thoughts.

Xiu Yan: "Hungry, hungry, food, feed me."

Lin Yujin: "Will you eat shit or not?"

He Weiyu opened her mouth directly, waiting to be fed, "Ah..."

Jiang Xianwan: "..." Is this the benefit of having many bad friends?

Amidst the clouds and mist, Yun Weize turned his gaze away from the small group in the southern border and saw the baby in the arms of the newcomer, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Di Yin's eyes shifted slightly, turning away from Jiang Xianwan, and unexpectedly met a pair of clear, bright eyes.

His breath hitched, his mind went blank for a moment, he could hear nothing, and his icy pupils widened to their limit.

It felt like being struck by a heavy object; his heart and lungs were instantly stretched and torn apart, and the spiritual energy binding the dragon carp to his fingertips suddenly broke off.