The Scent of Food

The Demon Tomb exploded, and surging demonic qi shot into the sky. Rolling black mist dyed the air for a hundred miles around pitch-black.

Meng Qi's group of five gathered together, standing in a desert made of black sand.

All around them were humanoid demons with blood-red eyes, black horns protruding from their heads, gleaming white fangs, and drool spilling from their mouths.

Meng Qi took the lead, Red Sun Demon-Quelling Saber in hand. Every slash was exquisitely executed, without a single wasted movement. Strolling forward as though in a leisurely garden, he carved out a safe path.

Zhang Yuanshan watched Meng Qi's back and sensed the monk's current grandmasterly bearing. He felt that his position as the team captain had become undeserved, and he could not help feeling somewhat discouraged.

Meng Qi had drawn the attention of several Other Shore Ones. Qi Zhengyan would be chosen for the Demon Lord's Legacy. Jiang Zhiwei herself was a rare genius in history and would become another "Outer God Sword" in the future.

But he and Fu Zhenzhen had backgrounds that were far too poor, and their natural talent was also the worst.

The paths of advancement in this world were entirely controlled by the wills of the Other Shore. Without investment from an Other Shore One, no amount of effort would amount to much.

After those thoughts briefly crossed his mind, Zhang Yuanshan swiftly cut away his hesitation.

Everything written in the Book of Humans was merely one possible future.

Since he was now part of this Legendary Realm Team filled with favored geniuses, and his strength had not yet fallen behind Meng Qi and the others, perhaps it was not truly impossible for him to catch up.

Eastern Sovereign Taiyi's sudden intervention was both a crisis and an opportunity.

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