The Battle at Yuyuan Buried the Primordial Wilderness; the Nine Sects Gathered to Pay Their Respects to the Fusheng Chess Game

Qingyao Mountain.

Distant mountains stretched across the horizon, and mighty rivers surged onward.

In midair, sharp claws tore through the emerald haze. Zheng, with the body of a leopard, a single horn, and five tails spread like a screen, led the charge into Qingyao Mountain.

Close behind came Xiu She, its massive body wreathed in five-colored miasma, its seven horns sharp as blades.

Fei, with the body of an ox, a white head, one eye, and a serpent's tail, surged with plague qi. It sped along as if riding clouds and mist.

After the three Demon Venerables entered Qingyao Mountain, they paid no heed to the familiar mountains, rivers, and trees. They immediately used escape techniques and raced toward its depths.

Thud, thud, thud...

The Long Bo War King followed behind them, striding forward and entering Qingyao Mountain as well.

The whole earth trembled with each step Long Bo took. The mountains shook, the waters surged, and countless living beings scattered to get out of the way.

In midair, fierce winds howled. Miasma and plague qi intertwined, their five colors gleaming like rainbows around the three Demon Venerables' bodies, making them seem dreamlike and all the more extraordinary.

At that moment, Zheng, Xiu She, and Fei were all in high spirits. As they flew, they spoke to one another through voice transmission. "We've secured a place in the Fusheng Chess Game this time!"

"And with karma on our side, we needn't worry about the pawn making a move against us!"

"We still have to watch out for the other members of the Demon Sect! The pawn may not make a move, but the others in the Demon Sect might."

"When the time comes, we'll stick with the righteous path."

"The Nine Sects have hidden the secrets of the Fusheng Chess