Soon, Mo Yuan announced the rules for forming teams and urged everyone to set out.
Yet the Demon Gate was merciless.
Once they traveled together, no one knew whether their companion would stab them in the back at a critical moment.
Apart from a handful of veteran Dust Rank disciples who knew one another inside out and shared unshakable bonds, almost everyone chose to travel alone, refusing to cooperate.
"Xiao E, your cultivation is the lowest of everyone here, barely at the Fifth Realm. Let me put the ugly truth first: even if you enter the Red Earth Demon Domain, the weakest of the four outer Demon Domains, you'll go to your death with no hope of survival. Are you certain you want to throw your life away in the domains of the various Demon Lords? If you're afraid, why not travel with me?"
As his gaze swept the crowd, Mo Yuan fixed his eyes on Xiao Chen, who stood among them like a chicken among cranes, and offered his temptation.
He still lacked bait for hunting a legendary demon.
Xiao Chen was just right.
A new Dust Rank disciple with paltry cultivation, yet he dared join this trial expedition. If he died, his death would count for nothing.
Truthfully, Mo Yuan was rather curious how this weakling of a boy, merely at the Fifth Realm, had passed the assessment and slipped into the sect!
Presumably, another Dust Rank elder had abused his authority, making a ridiculous farce of things by forcibly stuffing rotten fish and spoiled shrimp into Demon Coffin Mountain.
The Dust Rank was vast, its factions numerous, its roots tangled and intertwined. The great ancient peaks each governed their own affairs and had little contact.
Mo Yuan came from Merit Peak and had no ties whatsoever to