"Lord Devil Ancestor, we arrived late."
Elder Mu brought Mu Qing and the Devouring Demon before a long, narrow rift, nearly a thousand meters in size.
The Devil Ancestor's towering phantom stood at the very top of the dimensional rift.
"Go in."
The Devil Ancestor uttered those three words indifferently, then fell silent.
Elder Mu hurried into the dimensional rift, not even bothering with Mu Qing.
After all, they were about to vie for a Supreme slot, so he could directly raise his descendant up in one fell swoop.
Mu Qing did not dare raise his head. He and the Devouring Demon rushed into the dimensional rift at once.
From beginning to end, the Devil Ancestor seemed not to have looked at them even once.
Yet Mu Qing and the Devouring Demon were still extremely nervous, their hearts pounding wildly. They feared they would truly be exposed, only for the Devil Ancestor to swat them to death with one slap.
"So this is the so-called dimensional rift?"
Mu Qing looked around. It was profoundly strange: the heavens and earth were dim, with ancient trees and dense forests everywhere.
Yet the surroundings contained extraordinarily rich energy. Even to Supremes, this counted as a treasured land!
Mu Qing glanced around. Elder Mu was already nowhere to be seen, having long since rushed off to find and hunt down the Dun King.
"Even if I find the Dun King, how am I supposed to escape?"
Mu Qing stroked his chin, pondering the question.
Outside, near the dimensional rift, the Devil Ancestor's towering figure seemed eternally unchanged.
At that moment, a demonic shadow slowly emerged. Its aura was incomparably terrifying—it had actually reached the Ninth Heaven of Supreme!
The man looked at the Devil Ancestor and said, "You're really willing to let them go