"More than one demon dragon?" Many of the new disciples were aghast.
Unlike the veterans, who had weathered countless battles and undertaken several merit expeditions, the new disciples were beginning their first trial, ignorant and unformed, still blank sheets of paper.
"The Six-Beryl Demon Dragon is a Demon Lord who rules ten thousand miles of marshlands, with countless Demon Kings beneath him. To capture the demon dragon, you must advance bit by bit from the inside outward, defeating them one by one!" Mo Yuan said.
"So that's how it is!" Understanding dawned on the new disciples.
"The Six-Beryl Demon Domain is vast, containing countless ancient mountains, treacherous marshes, and shadowy forests. Savage demons and vicious beasts roam everywhere. You must prepare yourselves. This battle will be extraordinarily difficult. Bloodshed and injuries are inevitable. When the trial ends, some of you may lie forever beneath green mountains, buried in demon bellies!"
Mo Yuan swept his great hand, and terrifying gale-force winds howled. In the next instant, black radiance enveloped the disciples. A surge of air swept them up and drew them into the hall. Once everyone was in place, the Four-Winged Flood Eagle spread its wings and rose like a dragon, soaring skyward and stirring up azure radiance ten thousand feet high. In a blink, it carried them out of sight into the sea of clouds at heaven's summit.
Inside the ancient hall, numerous seats had been arranged. The disciples filed in and sat down, their emotions tangled and their faces somewhat grave.
Having undergone several trials, the veterans knew well how perilous a merit expedition could be. Though sect merits were worth a fortune and incomparably precious, they were also scalding to the touch, by no means easy to obtain.
Every single merit had to be won by staking a