More than three thousand people marched through the Second Battlefield in a vast procession.
Dazhuang, Ermeng, and the other two huddled near the rear.
Ermeng craned his neck, looking around.
"What are you looking for?" Dazhuang asked in a low voice.
"Little One and Skinny Monkey," Ermeng muttered quietly.
"Give it up. With Skinny Monkey's concealment tricks, even the Willow Deity couldn't find him." Snot Boy tugged Ermeng's sleeve.
Up ahead, voices rose in a bustling clamor.
The two elders leading the group, Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun, stopped before an enormous mountain as black as ink.
The mountain towered majestically, half its bulk lost in the clouds. Black fiendish qi surged toward them like a tide that blotted out the sky, carrying the oppressive presence of a fierce beast. They were still dozens of miles from its foot, yet the legs of several dozen tribal disciples at the front had already gone weak, their faces deathly pale.
"Hiss-"
A wave of sharp, startled breaths swept through the crowd.
Several tribal elders accompanying the disciples as escorts stared wide-eyed at the layer of black qi ahead, their voices trembling. "Such dense yin-yang intercourse qi! A place of such wondrous fortune could never have formed naturally!"
"They say the Heaven Mending Pavilion's reserves are unfathomable. Seeing it today, its reputation is truly deserved!" A young master from a middling clan waved his folding fan and praised it loudly. "They can even keep such an unrivaled land of peril under their control! The fierce beast guarding that precious medicinal plant must be at least a Beast King!"
"As expected of an Ancient Pure Land! To enter its gates is the good fortune of three lifetimes!"
The more than three thousand geniuses who had passed the assessment whispered among themselves, their eyes filled