A Natural Promoter

Outside the valley, a crowd of cultivators stared nervously at the narrow entrance.

The hazy clouds and mist all around blocked everyone's view. Ever since the battle had reached its fiercest point, the cultivators outside had been unable to see what was happening within.

The only thing they could judge was that, as time passed, the roars of the giant beast inside were growing weaker and weaker.

"Nothing happened to that lord, did it?"

One of the cultivators outside asked worriedly.

The giant beast inside had plagued them for a very long time. Yet because of its formidable strength, even though they had organized several extermination campaigns, none had achieved much.

The residents of this place had originally believed they could only endure the beast's presence until one of the cultivators who left this place achieved something—when they heard a distant, lingering, ancient bell toll from within.

It was a way the cultivators of the upper sects had once used to announce their identity while traveling.

And everyone knew that there was only one upper sect in the entire Northern Continent.

"It's dealt with. I thought it was something extraordinary, but in the end, it was merely a mutated variant of a common demon beast."

The cultivator from the Myriad Clouds Sect casually flung down the long horn that had once rested atop the giant beast's head.

The cultivators who had just spoken looked somewhat embarrassed.

After all, they had only just been questioning and worrying over the safety of this upper-sect cultivator, only for him to decisively slay the monster that had plagued them for so long the next instant.

Did that not instead reveal that those standing in the rear did not trust the one fighting at the front?

Let alone toward the upper-sect cultivator before them—even among