As the competition ended, the figures high in the sky were also saying their farewells.
"What a shame, Red Ape." The youthful-looking founder of the Azurefall Profound Gate laughed. "If you hadn't faced our Azurefall Profound Gate, your Cicada-Chiming Ancient Temple should have had the strength to make the final four."
"Zhu Sanqing, there's no need to be so pleased with yourself. The Ascendant Dragon Assembly takes place once every four years and has been held over a hundred times. This isn't the first time our Cicada-Chiming Ancient Temple has failed to reach the final four, and your Azurefall Profound Gate has experienced the same. As the river of time flows, rises and falls are inevitable."
The monk with long, fiery-red eyebrows remained composed, showing no anger over his team's elimination.
"All right, the competition's over. Time for me to head back to the mountain and enjoy my vacation," the boy in green continued. "The Nightmare World grew restless a couple of days ago, so I went over and slew a Nightmare Rakshasa. That wretch, the Nightmare Rakshasa King, never showed himself, and I didn't dare venture too deep. I don't know what they're plotting. Keep an eye out yourself."
"My true body went to the Northern Sky the day before yesterday to stand guard," the monk replied. "Something has stirred in the Great Nightmare Wasteland Village. All one hundred and eight Buddha Flame Ancient Swords in the Buddha Flame Grand Formation I laid there before attaining the Dao have now been silently destroyed, without the slightest sign. If the Yin Soldiers and mutant beasts emerging from the village hadn't caused disturbances, I wouldn't even have known the seal there had been broken."
"The Great Nightmare Wasteland Village?" The boy's expression sharpened. "The things in there... if it's those two