Above the summit of the Desolate Realm Sacred Mountain.
As the many prodigies of Langyu Qingming Heaven reached the foot of the mountain, cloud carriages drawn by desolate beasts hovered at the summit.
The Royal Clan Banners of the Desolate Realm's eight royal clans fluttered above the cloud carriages.
"Heh heh, this world certainly deserves its middling rank on the World-Passing Ancient Road."
"In so little time, so many people have already broken through those fools' encirclement on the outskirts."
On the left, aboard the Heavenly Serpent cloud carriage drawn by a Spirit Transformation desolate beast, a Nine-Curved Coiling Serpent, a young man in green with skin as fine as jade waved his folding fan and spoke with feigned amazement.
"Hmph, you effeminate thing, there's no need to deliberately stir up trouble among us."
"If those mixed-blood trash on the outskirts could stop this world's geniuses, this world would have sunk to the bottom of the Ancient Road long ago."
Beside the Heavenly Serpent cloud carriage, an extraordinarily burly young man swept a cold gaze over him. He stood fully eight meters tall, with knotted muscles and a bare chest, and exuded a thick, primeval aura.
As a descendant of the Bear King Clan, the two people he got along with least were the effeminate heirs to the thrones of the Heavenly Serpent and Fox Queen Clans in this generation.
"Stupid bear, are you courting death?!"
"You think you can kill me?! I heard you lost to a prodigy who fought his way up from a lower section just the month before last, damaging your Karma."
"Lose one more time, and you'll probably never have a chance at the true Great Dao again."
Xiong Kuotian looked at Qing Pingyi with a sneer. Ever since the Heaven-Connecting Ancient Road descended, countless