Within Crimson Flame Peak, a sudden overwhelming pressure bore down, nearly forcing Mo Fan to his knees under its terrifying weight.
Buzz!
At that moment, the golden coin in his mind quivered, sending out ripples of golden light that instantly eased the pressure on him.
“Phew!” Mo Fan exhaled, struggling to calm his shock. “What a terrifying force!”
Though the pressure had lifted, sweat still beaded on his forehead.
Cuckoo fared worse, plummeting from the air the moment the pressure hit, now lying unconscious on the ground.
Yingying Monster, however, remained calm, seemingly unaffected.
Mo Fan frowned, a realization dawning. He recalled something Erha had mentioned.
The Earth Vein Fire Lotus here comprised twelve Mysterious Grade top-tier seeds, but eight were destined for Phoenix Cry Mountain, leaving only four for the factions to contest.
Could it be a powerhouse from Phoenix Cry Mountain?
As if confirming his thoughts, a majestic yet playful voice echoed through the cavernous space. “Everyone, your manners are appalling. Are you trying to take Phoenix Cry Mountain’s share as well?”
The voice shifted the expressions of all demon cultivators present.
“Which envoy from the Holy Mountain graces us?” a demon king with a bird’s head and white wings called out, looking toward the ceiling but seeing no figure.
As he spoke, the other demon cultivators also looked up, frozen in place.
“Little one from Proud Peak, can’t you recognize my voice?” the majestic voice replied.
Mo Fan saw ripples spread across the runic barrier above, and a figure emerged.
It was a strikingly handsome young man in a crimson robe, standing tall with snow-white hair, hands clasped behind his back, hovering without a trace of demonic cloud beneath his feet.
Yet this single figure held five demon kings and dozens of demon generals at bay.
“I recall over two hundred years ago, the Proud Peak Ancestor brought you to Holy Mountain for Fire Phoenix’s birthday. I held you then. Pity the Proud Peak Ancestor didn’t survive his life-and-death trial,” the white-haired man sighed, then turned to another demon king. “Old bull from Fire Cloud Cave, this must be your last chance, right? Fail this hurdle, and you’ll be nothing but bones.”
“It’s the Bai Family Ancestor!” the thin, horned, red-haired demon king bowed to the white-haired man. “Old bull pays respects!”
The Bai Family Ancestor? A Demon Ancestor realm powerhouse from Phoenix Cry Mountain? Mo Fan gasped.
In the demon clan, demon kings ruled, but demon ancestors were revered. They were the pinnacle of the Hundred Thousand Mountains’ demon cultivators.
After demon king came demon ancestor.
From what Mo Fan knew, the nine holy kings of the Hundred Thousand Mountains were demon ancestors, though White Tiger Holy King had advanced to demon saint after destroying two human mountains.
This highlighted how rare demon ancestors were.
“A demon ancestor… he must be centuries old!” Mo Fan marvelled, filled with awe.
Despite his white hair, the Bai Family Ancestor showed no signs of age, radiating youthful vigor.
This was true cultivation success! Mo Fan thought. Beyond freedom, wasn’t immortality the goal?
As Mo Fan mused, the Bai Family Ancestor turned to a towering middle-aged demon king. “Little crocodile, doesn’t Great Dream Marsh practice water arts? Why join the fray here?”
“Reporting to Ancestor, I’ve never tasted these lotus seeds and wanted to try one,” the demon king grinned.
The Bai Family Ancestor nodded, then addressed the remaining two demon kings.
“Ancestor, how’s Sister White Phoenix?” a purple-haired youth beside one demon king spoke up, smiling. “Once this is over, I’ll visit White Feather Mountain. Hope you won’t find me a bother.”
“Haier, mind your manners!” the purple-haired demon king beside him scolded.
“No matter, the lad’s clever. I recall Purple Lightning Brother brought him once. Lei Yuhai, right?” the Bai Family Ancestor chuckled, unoffended.
“You remember me, Ancestor? I’m honoured!” Lei Yuhai beamed with pride.
“White Phoenix is the moon in the sky, not for toads like you to approach!” a discordant voice interrupted from beside another demon king.
“Zhan Feng, what the hell do you mean?” Lei Yuhai roared.
Mo Fan looked at Zhan Feng, a golden-haired youth.
Ignoring Lei Yuhai, Zhan Feng bowed to the Bai Family Ancestor. “Zhan Feng of Golden Domain Mountain, greetings, Ancestor!”
“So you’re Zhan Feng!” the Ancestor said. “War Brother mentioned you, the most talented of his descendants, with a Great Roc Spirit Body, unmatched in your realm!”
He regarded Zhan Feng with more esteem than the demon king beside him.
“You’re too kind, Ancestor! Among Phoenix Cry Mountain’s prodigies, aside from Fire Phoenix’s Feng Gu, Sister White Phoenix, with her Demon Sword Spirit Body, surpasses even me,” Zhan Feng replied modestly.
“Hahaha! If Feng’er heard you, she’d be thrilled, but she didn’t join me this time,” the Bai Family Ancestor laughed, then turned to the fully bloomed Fire Lotus below. “Enough. The seeds are ripe, and I won’t linger. Per tradition, I take eight, and you divide the remaining four. Don’t let tempers flare, and do not damage the Fire Lotus!”
With a casual wave, eight golden seeds flew from the lotus pod in the magma pool into his hand.
The demons watched, some licking their lips. A Mysterious Grade top-tier elixir, even beneficial to demon kings!
But none were foolish enough to challenge the Bai Family Ancestor.
“Come to White Feather Mountain anytime!” he said, then transformed into light, vanishing into the runic barrier above.
“Kill!” the moment he left, the once-jovial demon cultivators surged toward the Earth Vein Fire Lotus below.
In an instant, demonic qi raged!
