The Demon Realm Below

But after the Fat Daoist spoke, the expressions of the old men changed slightly instead, as though they were in a difficult position.

"Undying Daoist, Equal to Heaven's Immortal Cave is not so easy to enter. When it found that cave back then, it spent no small amount of effort bringing it under control. Especially before its death, it set down numerous restrictions within it. Without some strength, one might not be able to come back out after entering."

"Yes, and the relationship between the Immortal Court and the Demon Realm has not improved much over these past years. Now that Equal to Heaven's Immortal Cave has opened, in order to reduce casualties, both sides have decided to send one hundred people in. The Immortal Court's hundred slots were selected long ago. Your arrival may be rather ill-timed."

"All one hundred are outstanding among the younger generation of the Immortal Court, selected from so many people. Replacing someone so suddenly would be difficult to justify."

The old men spoke one after another. In short, it would be difficult to arrange for any more people.

It was not that they were being petty. Those hundred slots had indeed been hard-won, each candidate carefully selected by them. They could hardly place some young man whose background none of them understood among them just because the Fat Daoist had suddenly decided to interfere.

After hearing them out, the Fat Daoist said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on the ground beneath his feet. This time, he truly seemed to be pondering something.

Ink Dragon looked disdainfully at the old men and shook his head. "In the end, aren't you just afraid that this great fortune will be snatched away by outsiders? But this kid cultivates the Heaven-Burning Art. He is destined to share the