Wang Teng, Consumed by an Inner Demon

Lin Yi opened his eyes to find himself in a golden passageway. Flowing golden light shimmered across the walls as he sped forward through the tunnel.

Wang Yao and Ye Xing floated beside him, moving forward with far more composure than he had. Clearly, this was not their first time riding this thing.

He had just opened his mouth to ask something when his feet suddenly sank, and the solid sensation of ground traveled up through his soles.

"We're here," Wang Yao said beside him.

Lin Yi looked up and swept his gaze around. The Teleportation Array was structured much like the one in the Radiant Zenith Star Domain—four stone pillars and golden formation patterns—but on a much grander scale.

"Welcome to the Wang Household of the Primordial Beginning Ancient Domain." Wang Yao stepped off the formation platform and turned to face them. "If you want to go to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, you'll need to switch to another large Teleportation Array. The price is fifty thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones."

Lin Yi's face instantly darkened by half. "Are you sure you're not messing with me?"

He had just sold the damaged Saint Weapon for sixty thousand, spent ten thousand on teleportation, and had fifty thousand left. Now this would cost another fifty thousand—wiping him out exactly.

"Still, there is another way." The corners of Wang Yao's lips curved up, and she could not hide the crafty gleam in her eyes.

Lin Yi felt like he was about to laugh from anger. "Fine. Let's hear it."

"Come with me to meet someone, and I'll waive those fifty thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones."

"Who?" Lin Yi was somewhat wary. No matter how broke he was, he could not sell himself.

"Relax. You know him too." Wang Yao gave him a mischievous smile.