Several months passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, over a hundred Mahayana cultivators divided into two clearly distinct groups above the ancient city.
Though one group had fewer people, most of them clustered around a man and a woman of the Demon Race.
There was no need to guess that they were Yuan Yan and Six Extremes, the Demon Race First Ancestors!
The other group had more people, but its formation was far less cohesive than the former's, resembling a pile of loose sand by comparison!
Moreover, at such an obviously critical moment, an argument unexpectedly broke out among them.
"Are you kidding me? How can members of the Demon Race participate in this contest? Old Man Zhu, did a Qilin kick you in the head?!"
"That's right! Members of the Demon Race cannot be trusted!"
"Do you people even know what this contest is for?!"
Facing the Big-eared Old Man and the others flying beside Baohua, most Mahayana cultivators from other realms showed displeasure, though quite a few merely watched coldly.
"Please calm down, fellow Daoists. This humble one is Baohua, the Former Demon Race First Ancestor. I trust quite a few of you have heard of my name and likely know why I lost my position as First Ancestor.
Those fellow Daoists who are unaware of the situation may now ask those who know about it. Afterward, you will understand why Fellow Daoist Zhu and the others support this humble one."
Facing a group of enraged Mahayana cultivators from other realms, Baohua showed no hint of panic and immediately spoke with a smile.
In truth, even without her saying so, everyone had already begun using voice transmission to ask acquaintances about it.
Chi Ya was among them!
"Another Demon Race First Ancestor? What is