Shocking Manghuang Mountain, Part Two

"All right. I believe everyone already knows their numbers and rankings. Fellow Daoists ranked in the top one hundred, please follow me into the underground cavern. Those ranked from one hundred and one to two hundred will have to return here twenty days later to take part in the competition. The time will still be the hour of Chen, and so on down the line."

"Of course, the starting and ending dates of your competitions will also be delayed accordingly. You needn't worry about that."

The old man from earlier swept his gaze over everyone. Seeing that they had all finished activating their tokens, he slowly began to speak.

Hearing Manghuang Mountain's arrangements, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the two-month limit mentioned earlier by the Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Shu began from the day a cultivator officially took part in the competition, rather than being fixed entirely to today.

Upon hearing this arrangement, the participating candidates who had just been about to raise objections immediately fell silent.

The old man looked over everyone and said no more. He turned and walked into the cave.

Naturally, none of the participants dared harbor the slightest ill intent. Aside from the cultivators whose jade tokens bore numbers within the top one hundred, everyone else flew back toward the halls where they lived.

In the space of a few moments, this place returned to its former quiet. Only four Manghuang Mountain cultivators stood at the cave entrance, as immovable as mountains.

Qin Fengming and the others followed the old man into the cave. They walked diagonally downward for more than ten miles before an underground palace suddenly appeared before them.

It was called an underground palace because passageways crisscrossed the place in a dense web, with rows of deliberately