The golden giant hesitated. "Burial Saint Valley is treacherous and ever-changing. Even I might perish there. What if Fang Yun regards me as an enemy?"
The Tree Venerable said nothing.
The golden giant felt helpless, realizing that the Tree Venerable considered the question unworthy of an answer. Clearly, the Tree Venerable had already sided with Fang Yun.
"This junior understands." The golden giant sighed helplessly.
The Fire Race and the ancient demons were not the only ones taking action. The races of the Myriad Worlds were all preparing for Burial Saint Valley, one after another.
The preparations in the Demon Realm were especially grand.
In the minds of the demon barbarians, Burial Saint Valley should have been the Demon Realm's private property. Yet over the endless ages, whether to win over other races, under coercion, or in exchange for something, the Demon Realm had granted outsiders numerous entry quotas and methods of entering Burial Saint Valley.
On a plaza woven from countless branches of the Sages' Tree stood two thousand one hundred and twenty-one Great Demon Kings and Great Barbarian Kings from every race. Among them were even more than a dozen members of the Ancestral God Clan, their bodies shrouded in black divine mist.
Facing these kings stood a full fourteen Emperor Realm experts. Had Fang Yun been there, he would certainly have recognized two of them.
One was Demon Emperor Gu Xu, whom he had fought in the Bloodmang Realm. The other was Lang Chi, an Emperor Realm expert of the Ancestral God Clan whom he had encountered outside Ning'an City but had not fought.
They were making their final preparations to enter Burial Saint Valley.
Countless demon barbarian kings and emperors stood around the plaza, some envious, others indifferent. Not every demon barbarian was qualified to enter