Chapter 443

Due to the excessive number of participating factions.

Nearly two incense sticks later, it was finally the turn of the Daotaixuan Sect's cloud boat.

"What faction?"

Welcoming the Daotaixuan Sect was not that Seven-Colored Elder, but the one beside him, merely Five-Colored, yet whose cultivation base had already reached the peak of the Divine Connection Realm.

"Tianlingzhou, Daotaixuan Sect."

The Grand Elder stepped forward and said.

"Hmm, go in."

That person nodded.

As long as the faction is on the roster, it suffices.

Immediately after, his gaze swept one by one over Meng Zhangqing and the others.

At the same time, he tossed a token to the Grand Elder.

On it was the location of the corresponding Spirit Peak.

The Grand Elder took it, then controlled the cloud boat to fly inward.

"Daotaixuan Sect, why does it feel a little familiar, as if I heard it somewhere?"

That person frowned slightly.

Suddenly, he could not recall it.

However, he did not think much of it, because the factions behind were arriving one after another.

——

After parking the cloud boat properly.

Meng Zhangqing and his group hurried deeper into the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion.

It must be said.

This Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion is indeed the top-tier great teaching of the Southern Region.

Just the Shanmen territory is ridiculously vast.

Like a kingdom.

Looking up, nine-colored rosy clouds occasionally rose from various places, emitting an auspicious intent.

Occasionally, Yuan Rain poured down like a tide, sprinkling the earth.

Watching this, disciples like Mo Xiaoyu exclaimed in astonishment.

Seeing everyone's expressions, the Grand Elder's face broke into a smile.

Once.

The Zong Sect also had the opportunity to reach such heights.

Even surpass them.

Alas, all were ruined by that fellow.

About a moment later.

They finally arrived at the venue for the Talented Youth Battle.

Like a void battlefield, built in mid-air.

Hard to describe, how magnificent this was.

Roughly tens of thousands of meters in circumference!

Surrounding it were countless massive inverted ancient mountains floating, with innumerable stands atop them.

By now, many people had already arrived.

Dense and thick, at a single glance, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, with even more people continuously arriving afterward.

"So many people!"

Mo Xiaoyu was somewhat excited.

The Shi brothers were the same.

The former was ten years old, the latter two were eight years old.

Their mental maturity differed not much.

"Come, that one is our position."

The Grand Elder led everyone to fly over.

The arrangement of the inverted ancient mountains was not based on strength, but on region.

Also divided into thirteen zones.

Tianxuan, Tianshu... up to Tianyue.

Therefore, beside the Daotaixuan Sect, there were three more.

Belonging to the Yanyang Valley, Juling Sect, and Fengyun City.

These three factions originally just came to join the fun, after all, within their respective sects, only one or two people met the participation conditions.

If luck was good, they might get a bye or encounter someone weaker.

Perhaps they could still obtain a decent ranking.

But now.

With the Zong Sect as the unit, it was simply too difficult.

They could not even gather enough participants to take the field.

The regulations for this tournament stipulated three participants on the field, each must possess at least a Divine Connection Realm cultivation base.

So the three factions had already mentally prepared not to take the field and simply concede defeat.

Time passed slowly.

Before they knew it, it was noon.

The great sun hung in the sky, radiating ten thousand rays of light.

The forces that were to come had all arrived in turn; as far as the eye could see, it was a sea of people, and powerful qi signatures were everywhere!

No demonic sect dared show up here at this time to cause trouble.

Otherwise, they would face the very peak of southern realm combat power!

"Young Master, look quickly—that's Meng Zhangqing!"

The Flame Sun Valley had arrived too.

Their inverted ancient mountain was considerably smaller, situated to the right of the Xuan Sect.

And they spotted a white-robed figure atop the ancient mountain.

It was so familiar.

"Meng Zhangqing!"

Duanmu Long Que instantly focused his gaze.

By chance.

Meng Zhangqing sensed something and looked over.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

In the instant their eyes met.

Duanmu Long Que's expression changed slightly—he instinctively stepped back more than a dozen paces before finally stopping.

Cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.

"This is!!!"

Duanmu Long Que could not believe it.

Merely from the gaze of his eyes, he felt unimaginable pressure!

How could this be?!

"He has already entered the Life and Death Realm."

A red-robed elder beside him said.

He was none other than the Laozu of the Flame Sun Valley, Duanmu Kong.

1st stage of the Life and Death Realm!

And this would be the limit of his entire life.

Had it not been for the secret medicine provided by the Wanxiang Pavilion, he would never have reached the Life and Death Realm in his lifetime.

Unfortunately, the Flame Sun Valley lost in the Assembly Tournament.