That was not counting Spirit Transformation Venerables like Dugu Wudi.
Dugu Yifang, Dugu Yidao, Yuwen Huaji, Linghu Xuanji, Qing Yuanjia, Tuoba Shanhai, Yue Qianchou, Li Hanyi, Gong Xinghe-he had committed all nine names and their abilities to memory, without missing a single one.
But that was only the strength of the Nine Nether Aristocratic Clan.
According to news from his second younger brother Qing Jie, the Southern Borderlands' Gu Tribe, the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Kingdom, and Southern Yue all seemed to have people planning to enter, stir up trouble, and claim a slice of the pie.
Since those beasts dared to go in, that meant they were not all that afraid of the Nine Nether Aristocratic Clan either.
The situation was far too complicated.
Gong Shisan stood to one side. Although his eyes were on the distance, he kept watching Brother Qing's expression out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing something odd in Qing Chen's expression, he thought his earlier words had frightened him and made him worry about his safety after entering the forbidden land. He hurried to reassure him:
"No need to worry too much, Brother Qing."
"The Heavenly Devil Ancient Bloodline Forbidden Land is an enormous ancient battlefield, a million li across."
Gong Shisan's tone grew serious. "Aside from the Divine Ability Realm ancient bloodline, the greatest opportunity there, there are plenty of other opportunities inside. Spirit medicines, cultivation techniques, ancient treasures, inheritances-you name it."
"The top figures in our Nine Nether Aristocratic Clan, those at the clan head's level, will head straight for the Heavenly Devil Tower. The hundred-odd thousand li around it make up the forbidden land's innermost core."
"Everyone else goes in to seek other opportunities outside that inner region. Those clan-head-level and Heavenly Gang-grade True Lords have clear objectives. They won't