"Legend has it that during the Immortal Ancient Period, the Eighty-One Jiuli Demon Generals swept across the battlefields, unrivaled, and were formidable enemies of the Xuanyuan Tribe."
"Chiyou's ability to contend with Xuanyuan during the Immortal Ancient Period also owed much to these brothers."
"But Chiyou was defeated in the Battle of Zhuolu, and these brothers of his should have perished long ago as well. These demonic generals aren't physical beings, but soul Spirit Forms!"
Chu Kuangren thought to himself.
At that moment, the gazes of all the Eighty-One Demon Generals fell upon Chu Kuangren.
An immensely powerful pressure swept toward him. It intimidated not only the physical body, but also the Dao Heart!
An ordinary cultivator facing the gazes of these eighty-one beings would feel unprecedented pressure and tremble, even if they were a Golden Immortal.
The Jiuli Tribe's chief, for instance, was now kneeling on the ground, not daring even to raise his head.
However, Chu Kuangren's Dao Heart was invincible, and this pressure meant little to him. He stood where he was, neither servile nor overbearing, his eyes bright as he looked at the man leading the eighty-one figures before him. That man was the one whose aura was the mightiest and most terrifying... Chiyou!
"Bearer of my token, are you ready to accept the trial?"
Chiyou spoke impassively, his voice deep and full of vigor.
Only then did Chu Kuangren realize that the piece of iron was part of the inheritance Chiyou had left behind. No wonder it could sense the inheritance's location.
"Please!"
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly.
The next instant, the scenery around him transformed, and he found himself in a wilderness.
Then waves of fighting and roaring resounded through heaven and earth.
Vast numbers of soldiers appeared on either side of Chu Kuangren and