Heading north from the Gobi Desert, you'll reach the far north, which is the Demon Realm.
The Demon Realm is completely different from the Boundless Continent; it's like another independent space.
Here, the sky is always gray, the air is filled with a bloody smell, the ground is dark red, and only a strange plant grows that only flowers and does not grow leaves.
This is the homeland of the demons.
Deep within the Demon Realm lies a colossal palace, the abode of the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord Leng Hanyi was just a pale-faced youth. He had only recently awakened after a thousand-year slumber, and his cultivation level was only one percent of his peak, making him no more than a Core Formation stage cultivator.
However, all the protectors around him were at the Nascent Soul stage.
"Demon Lord, the sect competition of the Boundless Continent is actually being held in the Gobi Desert. This is blatantly insulting our demon race," a protector said angrily.
"Demon Lord, the transmission of our demonic cultivation techniques is now also hindered. Those with better aptitude have been selected by the major sects and cultivation families, and those with poor aptitude are not ruthless enough in their cultivation."
"Demon Lord, many demon cultivators are no longer expanding their territory on the Boundless Abyss Continent. Instead, they have been driven to the Gobi Desert by the cultivators of the Boundless Abyss Continent. This is extremely detrimental to our future development."
...
Leng Hanyi rubbed his temples, listening to the reports from the protectors, feeling a splitting headache.
Good heavens, he's only just woken up, and he already has to face so much trouble?
Never mind, I'll just get some sleep tonight and think about all this nonsense tomorrow.
Leng Hanyi waved his hand, dismissing the others, and then lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
I can never seem to wake up!
Leng Hanyi has been asleep for over a thousand years, but he still feels sleepy, so sleepy...
Seeing that their Demon Lord had fallen asleep again, the guardians exchanged helpless glances for a long time before quietly retreating.
In a small meeting room outside, eight Dharma protectors sat together.
"Hasn't the Demon Lord already awakened? Why does he still sleep for so long every day?" a guardian asked, frowning.
"I feel that the Demon Lord is too weak."
"If we don't revitalize ourselves, we demons will be wiped out by those cultivators from the Boundless Continent. I'm very worried about this sect competition. If they manage to reach our Demon Realm, we'll be in danger without the barrier erected by the Demon Lord."
"I think the sect competition is an opportunity," a protector said with a sneer. "Cultivating demonic arts is much easier than cultivating immortality. As long as you're ruthless enough, it's easy to advance to the Core Formation stage. I don't believe those cultivators won't be tempted!"
"That's right. If some of these cultivators turn into demonic cultivators, soon, these sect cultivators will all die!"
"By the way, do you think the Demon Lord is interested in women? I brought a woman back from the Gobi Desert, and she seems pretty good."
"That's a great idea!"
...
Gobi Desert.
Cultivators from various sects and cultivation families have arrived at Shazhen, the outermost town of the Gobi Desert.
At this moment, Shazhen was bustling with activity. The inns were already full, and many people were sitting on the ground, waiting for the sect competition.
"This sect competition is divided into two parts. The first part is hunting monsters! Although the Gobi Desert is barren, there are plenty of monsters in it. If you are lucky, you may even encounter an eighth-order sand beast."
"The second step is to eliminate the demonic cultivators! The Gobi Desert borders the Demon Realm, and there are few cultivators here, so demonic cultivators roam freely. These demonic cultivators slaughter villages and indiscriminately kill innocent mortals, which is truly hateful."
“Each cultivator can receive a counting spirit stone. Every time a fifth-rank or higher demonic beast is hunted, it will be recorded on the spirit stone. Every time a demonic cultivator is eliminated, it will also be recorded on the spirit stone. The sect with the most records will naturally be the first place in this sect competition!”
"In this sect competition, fifty Nascent Soul stage cultivators will serve as referees and rescue personnel, and they will enter the Gobi Desert together."
Is this the sect competition?
Su Qing frowned slightly. She felt that this so-called sect competition was really not simple.
She looked at the cultivators from various sects and cultivation families. These cultivators were all filled with murderous intent, and infighting was inevitable. In the end, those who would be able to leave the Gobi Desert alive would probably be...
One-tenth.
Shui Qingchen said calmly.
"Of the cultivators who emerge from each sect's grand selection, less than one in ten survives! However, those who do survive are all powerful!"
That's right, the so-called sect election is actually a huge meat grinder.
Not only will the monsters and demonic cultivators of the Gobi Desert be involved, but sect cultivators will also be fighting and killing each other in the Gobi Desert!
Su Qing looked in the direction of the Wuji Sect and noticed a man wearing a bamboo hat. He was Wen Yutian!
On the Wuxiao Sect's side, she also saw a pair of eyes full of resentment; it belonged to Shen Qingfan.
She could feel two gazes fixed on her, but she couldn't identify who they were.
However, Su Qing immediately understood that it must be the Yan family, and if she were to add another cultivation family, it would be the Han family.
There are quite a few to deal with this time!
But when has she ever been afraid?
The first to enter the Gobi Desert were the teams from the five major sects.
After the cultivators from the five major sects entered, they each went in a different direction.
One hundred cultivators from the Xuanling Sect, escorted by three Nascent Soul stage cultivators, headed north towards the Gobi Desert.
Su Qing and Xuan Qingye followed Shui Qingchen, while Yue Lan and Wen An were on Shui Qingchen's other side.
Senior Sister Yue Lan and Senior Brother Wen An are both at the early stage of Core Formation.
In the Xuanling Sect, there are at least eighty to one hundred cultivators who reach the Core Formation stage each year. These cultivators usually cultivate in the back mountain to accumulate seniority.
Just like Elder Pan from the back mountain, he first sought a position in the Xuanling Sect.
Every sect competition is an opportunity for Core Formation stage cultivators of the Xuanling Sect to become Core Formation elders. Of course, many more, like Yue Lan and Wen An, participate in the sect competition.
Based on past experience, elders who survive the sect competition and reach the Core Formation stage will have their cultivation level increased by one level, and will then successfully form their Nascent Soul stage within ten years.
As for the early-stage Core Formation cultivators who survive, they have a very high probability of becoming Core Formation Elders.
The Foundation Establishment Peak cultivators who participate in the Sect Competition are in a terrible situation; most of them will become cannon fodder in the competition!
However, many others survived; they all formed their cores during the sect's grand competition and thus survived.
It can be said that all the Foundation Establishment peak cultivators who are willing to participate in the sect competition are aiming to form their core!
Geniuses like Su Qing and Xuan Qingye are rare; in previous years, very few participated in the sect competition!
"Su Qing, your growth is truly astonishing." Shui Qingchen glanced at Su Qing and smiled as she spoke.
Shui Qingchen has already reached the peak of the Core Formation stage, and is only one step away from forming the Nascent Soul stage.
"What grade of pills can you refine now?"
Su Qing honestly replied, "Sixth-grade pills can be mass-produced."
Shui Qingchen can currently only refine seventh-grade pills. She can mass-produce sixth-grade pills, but only a few hundred per batch, which is far less than the number Su Qing produces in one go.
"No wonder I feel like the alchemy room is coming to me less and less often. Even when they do ask for pills, they're only asking for seventh-grade pills now," Shui Qingchen said.
Su Qing stuck out her tongue. There was nothing she could do; she had refined almost all the pills in the Xuanling Sect's Treasure Pill Pavilion, leaving the sect's alchemists quite idle.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com