Fierce Demon Protector, Cloud Platform Seating

Without making a sound, the White Jade Skeleton suddenly transformed into white light and stepped onto the white cloud staircase.

They seemed to merge into one.

While walking.

The scenery changes in all directions, with flocks of Immortal Crane, birds and beasts playing, and Immortal Court palaces scattered among the mountains, making it seem like a fairyland that makes people linger.

A mysterious sound reached my ears.

The listeners were drowsy.

The White Jade Skeleton looked back, but saw no one behind him. The vast, spacious White Cloud Ladder stood alone.

"A barrier, huh?"

The will-o'-the-wisps flickered in his eye sockets.

Only then did the White Jade Skeleton see that the crowd was dense, with hundreds or even thousands of cultivators and non-cultivators crammed together, constantly climbing the White Cloud Ladder. Occasionally, someone would be roused into a deep sleep by the Xuanyin and fall off the ladder, disappearing without a trace.

The higher you go.

The crowds are becoming increasingly sparse.

"Interesting."

The White Jade Skeleton gave a rather human-like smile, turned around, and climbed the steps.

It appears slow but is actually fast.

Before long, they arrived at the end of the Heavenly Ladder.

Lu Qingfeng remained unmoved, seated cross-legged on the lotus platform. Beside the platform stood a ferocious demon, three zhang tall, with a golden Golden Ring around its neck. A rope woven from red and white light was tied at one end to the back of the demon's head and at the other end to the lotus platform beneath Lu Qingfeng.

Upon seeing this ferocious demon, the White Jade Skeleton recognized it immediately—the ghostly fire in its eyes flickered uncertainly.

"Neham!"

Roar!

The three-zhang-tall ferocious demon revealed its true nature, its eyes brimming with murderous intent as it roared angrily at the White Jade Skeleton. Clearly, the dignified Eclipse Grand Duke of the Eclipse had never been chained up like a watchdog, nor had it ever been scrutinized like a monkey.

He was extremely ashamed, annoyed, and furious.

"Shut up."

Lu Qingfeng glanced at Neham.

The latter's eyes remained fierce, but he kept quiet and dared not roar. After two years of torture, he still had ferocity when facing others, but when facing Lu Qingfeng, a ruthless person who was countless times more vicious than himself, even Neham couldn't help but feel fear.

"Ferdinand greets the Grand Duke Guangyuan."

The White Jade Skeleton gave Neham a deep look, then bowed to Lu Qingfeng with a noble gesture.

Below is the Cloud Platform.

Nine prayer cushions were arranged, and six of them were already occupied by six children aged eleven or twelve. Curious, the six turned to look at the White Jade Skeleton.

After a moment's thought, the White Jade Skeleton headed toward the seventh prayer mat.

Lu Qingfeng waved his sleeve and lowered his chair on either side, saying with a faint smile, "Distinguished guest, please take a seat."

He reached out and pointed to the seat on the left.

Ferdinand's eyes flickered with a ghostly light. He nodded slightly and walked to the left to sit down.

Neham stared intently at the White Jade Skeleton, his eyes revealing undisguised ferocity, his heart filled with resentment and rage that he had no outlet for.

Lu Qingfeng closed his eyes.

Ignore it.

Shortly after the arrival of Ferdinand the White Jade Skeleton, a ball of flame shot up the Cloud Platform. With four hooves treading on the flames, three heads, seemingly cast from magma, descended with gaping, blood-red maws.

"Branlet".

The White Jade Skeleton watched silently, recognizing the one.

Not only did the White Jade Skeleton recognize him, but even Xuan Ning and the other six disciples recognized him as well.

"Hellhound, Branlet!"

The second person to ascend the Cloud Platform was none other than the Three-Headed Grand Duke of the First Layer of the Abyss, whose fame was no less than that of Augustine and Neham.

Branlet landed on the Cloud Platform.

He was immediately drawn to Neham, who was chained to the lotus platform. His three gaping mouths snapped shut, his shock no less than that of the White Jade Skeleton. But unlike the White Jade Skeleton, he had personally witnessed Neham's attack on Abyss-Suppressing Mountain, only to be utterly defeated and suppressed within the pagoda.

I never expected it to take two years.

The Abyssal Grand Duke of the Abyss is being chained up like this, utterly stripped of his dignity.

"Branlet greets the Grand Duke Guangyuan."

Branlet spoke simultaneously from his three large mouths, showing a slight respect to Lu Qingfeng.

"Two years apart."

"Fellow Daoists, you still look as radiant as ever. Please take a seat."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Lu Qingfeng laughed heartily and pointed to the seat on his right. It was made entirely of stone and appeared to be the perfect size for Branlet.

"He did see me that day!"

Upon hearing Lu Qingfeng's words, Branlet's heart skipped a beat, and he gracefully moved to sit down on the right.

"You damn dog!"

"When did he become so obedient? Burn him!!!"

When Neham saw Branlet, he felt extremely ashamed, yet he hoped that Branlet would make a move. However, this Hellhound, who had once caused him to suffer in silence, was no less ferocious than his Three-Headed Grand Duke, but was gentle, humble, and refined like a nobleman, which turned Neham's expectations into nothing.

His anger intensified!

Unable to hear Neham's inner roar, Branlet sat down quietly, looking around. Sometimes he glanced at the chained Neham, casting a gloating look, sometimes he looked at the White Jade Skeleton opposite him, a thoughtful expression in his eyes, and sometimes he looked down at the Cloud Platform below, wondering who the next person to arrive would be.

Xuan Ning and the other six disciples spent two years learning countless principles from their teacher, Lu Qingfeng. Every day at dawn, they would recite Daoist scriptures in Abyss-Suppressing Mountain. Although they only had a superficial understanding, they still possessed a certain Daoist charm.

Unlike the beings in the abyss.

Two years have passed, and I have grown a lot. However, due to my age, I still look young, and the childishness in my heart has not completely faded away.

He secretly glanced at the 'Hellhound,' a creature he had only ever heard of in legends and in the jokes and scares of his parents and elders, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

About an incense stick later.

A middle-aged swordsman, carrying two greatswords on his back, strode over. He landed on the Cloud Platform, not bothering to look around, and immediately knelt down before Lu Qingfeng in the center, saying, "Adolf greets Grand Duke Guangyuan."

Lu Qingfeng remained silent, not raising his head, and continued in his kneeling and bowing posture.

Having traveled all the way from the Northern Plague Swamp, a distance of 100,000 miles, they finally arrived the day before the opening of Abyss-Suppressing Mountain. Upon seeing 'Grand Duke Guangyuan', their hearts were filled with overwhelming excitement and gratitude.

In the early years.

Adolf lived happily with his family of five in the Redbranch Wetlands, more than 8,000 miles away from Abyss-Suppressing Mountain. Augustine sent his Abyss Army to attack, which flattened the Redbranch Wetlands, and Adolf's wife and three children all died on the spot.

Adolf survived by sheer luck while he was away.

Driven by revenge, he traveled far from home, honing his swordsmanship with relentless training. Even after reaching the Lord Rank, he didn't stop. Two years ago, while honing his skills in the Northern Plague Swamp, he suddenly heard a deafening roar echoing through the heavens and earth, only to learn that Augustine had been killed and the Thorn Grand Rift had been conquered.

Adolf rushed back.

He did not seek revenge personally, and knew that with Augustine's strength, the hope of taking revenge personally was slim.

He only wanted Augustine dead.

As long as the Thorn Grand Rift is destroyed.

All of this was accomplished by the 'Grand Duke Guangyuan' without any warning. Adolf was extremely grateful and only wanted to kowtow and express his gratitude in person.

"Get up."

Lu Qingfeng didn't know why Adolf was like this, but he saw that Adolf had an extraordinary Sword Bone. Years of tempering in the abyss had given him a unique and remarkable aura.

He immediately waved his sleeve, and a gust of Qingfeng dragged Adolf down to sit on a futon beside Xuanxin, the sixth disciple of the Black Prison Clan whose head had curved horns.

This is the seventh meditation cushion.

"Thank you, Grand Duke Guangyuan!"

Adolf, unaware of Lu Qingfeng's intentions, carefully placed the two greatswords behind his back at his sides and sat respectfully. Seeing the six children on his left peeking out and lining up to look at him, he couldn't help but think of the three children who were even younger than them back then, and a stiff smile appeared on his lips.

He revealed a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Xuanxin, being dull-witted, was startled and quickly turned his head away, sitting up straight.

Xuan Ning, Xuan Cheng, and the others dared not look any further.

"..."

Adolf opened his mouth, somewhat embarrassed.

Fortunately, it didn't last long.

Another person arrived below the Cloud Platform. He was a short, stocky dwarf warrior with a large hammer in his hand and a full beard.

He took three steps and two leaps to reach the top of the Cloud Platform.

They haven't settled down yet.

Following closely behind the dwarf, an even shorter and thinner little fellow timidly approached the Cloud Platform.

They were actually a dwarf race, extremely rare on the abyss.

This little dwarf is only about the height of a three- or four-year-old human child, and even among the Dwarf Clan, he would only be a seven- or eight-year-old child.

The dwarf sensed the movement behind him and turned around, startling the little gnome. He quickly retreated, but missed a step and was about to fall.

"Hey, hey, hey."

"If you fall and die, it's not my fault!"

The dwarf held the giant hammer in one hand and scooped up the little gnome with the other, carefully placing him on the ground.

"Whoosh!"

The little dwarf patted his chest, his face turning bright red with fright. He quickly bowed to the tall dwarf, "Thank you, Uncle! Thank you, Uncle Dwarf!"

The dwarf warrior had no time to talk to the little gnome. He ignored him and walked straight ahead, his gaze sweeping over Neham, the White Jade Skeleton, and the Hellhound. His eyes widened like copper bells, and he was momentarily stunned.

He is Blazing Sun Rank warrior.

I don't recognize the White Jade Skeleton.

Neham is fierce, and his identity is uncertain.

But with such distinctive features, how could anyone not recognize Hellhound?

The little dwarf was timid.

Seeing the menacing looks of Neham and Branlet, they were terrified and their legs trembled.

He hurriedly kowtowed to Lu Qingfeng, who was sitting on the lotus platform, "Little Green of the Dwarf Clan pays his respects to Grand Duke Guangyuan."

I knelt on the ground, head bowed, my heart pounding.

Ferdinand the White Jade Skeleton and Branlet the Hellhound looked at the little dwarf, puzzled.

It's understandable that Adolf was able to climb up, after all, he's Lord Rank swordsman.

This silly dwarf is alright, he's at least Blazing Sun Rank warrior.

But this little dwarf.

Not only was his race weak, but he himself was only seven or eight years old and had not yet begun to cultivate. He had no magic power or fighting spirit in his body and was just an ordinary little dwarf, even more ordinary than an ordinary dwarf.

In their eyes, these were ants that could be killed with a single breath, yet they managed to get here ahead of so many Lord Rank powerhouses down the mountain!

Ferdinand and Branlet were puzzled.

The dwarf warrior didn't have time to think about anything else. Little Green beat him to it, and he quickly stepped forward, bowed to Lu Qingfeng, and said loudly, "Rock of the dwarf race pays respects to Grand Duke Guangyuan."

As the Xuanyin resounded, Lu Qingfeng's image appeared in my mind.

Therefore, neither Adolf, nor the dwarf Little Green, nor the dwarf Rock made a mistake.

Lu Qingfeng nodded slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, Little Green landed on the eighth prayer mat and sat next to Adolf. Rock slumped onto the ninth prayer mat, sitting at the very end.

In this way.

The nine seats on the Cloud Platform were already full.

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