Chapter 192: After I Become an Immortal, Won’t There Truly be a Demon God in the Demon God Mountain?!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The spider web was robust, appearing very resilient.

The no-fly rule was still in place within the zone.

The task for the competitors was to traverse this spider web and reach the other side of the sinkhole.

“On the surface, this obstacle seems quite simple,” said the male commentator with a smile.

“But as the final challenge, if it were just an ordinary spider web, it would be quite unoriginal.”

Nalan Yu was the first to attempt to cross the web.

Having her revival chance unused, she wasn’t worried about any accidents.

“This area forbids flying…”

Nalan Yu sensed the array above the web.

She maneuvered her flying ship, descending onto a corner of the web.

A white light enveloped her ship, and suddenly, Nalan Yu’s Phoenix Treasure Carriage vanished.

“It… Disappeared?”

Inside the Ice Dragon chariot, Ao Yuan’s eyes widened.

“No, Princess Nalan hasn’t disappeared…”

From within a bullock cart, a Taoist priest with sharp eyes commented, “Pay attention. Within one of those spider silk strands, a vigorous life force is emanating.”

“Has her body been shrunk by the array?”

A cultivator from the Jade Bone Sect squinted his eyes.

“Correct, the final test of this Flying Ship Race is not on the web, but inside the spider silk.”

The female commentator smiled slightly:

“This web in front of the competitors is a magical artifact named the ‘Starry Moon Net.’ The interior of the spider silk is hollow, shaped by magical power into an intricate network of passages.

Our competitors must reach the center of the web within an hour.”

The director switched the camera to the center of the web, where a delicate jade pagoda stood.

“Inside the central pagoda are seven Spider Tokens… Yes, there’s a limit to the number of people who can pass this obstacle. Only those who obtain one of the seven Spider Tokens can be transported to the other side of the sinkhole.” The male commentator added, “Those who fail to reach the central pagoda within the allotted time, or reach it after the seven tokens have been taken, will be considered eliminated.”

“Let me remind the competitors that the race committee has increased the difficulty of this stage,” the female commentator announced with a serious face.

“A special array within the track resets the web every fifteen minutes… Even if the competitors are in motion, they might inadvertently leave the designated path.”

“Additionally, Guardian Spiders will randomly appear inside the web, formed by the spirit of the web itself.”

“These spiders will block and chase the competitors…”

“If a competitor kills a Guardian Spider, they will lose corresponding points.” After the female commentator’s last words, the arena erupted in surprise.

In other words, in addition to racing, this stage also introduced a non-combative element.

The teams must reach the central pagoda as quickly as possible while evading the pursuing spiders.

“Nalan Yu has already made her move; we should hurry too,” Ao Sheng said.

Hearing this, Ao Yuan nodded and maneuvered their chariot into the Starry Moon Net.

A white light flashed, and the Ice Dragon Chariot disappeared.

“The Flying Boat Race these days is much more interesting than before,” Lu Xuan said with a smile as Cheng Lingzhu piloted the bronze cottin, entering the domain of the web.

Inside the spider silk track.

“Let’s get ready to move,” said an elder cultivator from the Great Light Sect.

He wore a hood over his head and a human skin mask on his face, his voice hoarse.

“Senior Brother, your condition now…”

A younger cultivator hesitated to speak.

“I’m still holding on,” the elder cultivator waved his hand. “I can endure for a while longer.”

On his exposed hands were bizarre black cracks shaped like eyes.

The cracks writhed as if something lurked beneath the skin, ready to burst forth at any moment.

“Senior Brother, this thing on you…”

The younger cultivator looked at the strange patterns on his body, feeling a chill.

“How could our Great Light Sect’s founder be linked to such a thing…” “Be careful with your words!” the elder cultivator chided sharply.

“The Eye Worm is a legacy from our ancestral master; how can it be wrong?”

The founder left a warning that the worm should not be used except in dire situations.

“Our Great Light Sect is in decline, facing a crisis of survival. Without the worm’s aid, we might be annexed by neighboring sects within a century, even losing our lineage.”

“Senior Brother.”

The younger cultivator spoke up, albeit reluctantly, “Before ingesting the worm, I only thought it was a bit peculiar, but now these patterns on you are clearly abnormal…”

“What do you know?!” the elder cultivator’s voice was stern.

“Our sect’s records state that our founder rose from obscurity, achieving enlightenment and establishing the Great Light Sect…

Haha, where in this world are there so many geniuses without guidance? This isn’t the ancient era where resources were abundant, and one could cultivate just by lying down. Even the founder of the Dao Evolution Sect had to study various schools to become immortal.”

The elder cultivator paused.

“I and a few other Senior Brothers have long suspected that our founder had an encounter with an unspeakable entity in his early years, gaining a chance to become a great power.”

There are also some forbidden life zones and areas in the Archean Eon Realm, housing powerful beings, inaccessible to ordinary cultivators. “Senior Brother means… Demon… Demon God Mountain?”

The younger cultivator’s face showed shock:

“Could it be… there really exists a yet-to-fall Demon God here?”

“After swallowing the Eye Worm, I feel my cultivation growing non-stop, but sadly, it won’t last much longer.”

The elder cultivator sighed, “The worm contains a special law of heaven and earth, clashing with the current world’s rules… I need to enter the divine mountain before my body collapses.”

The elder cultivator looked at his palm, watching the eyes open and close, silent for a moment.

“To communicate with that great being, one must sacrifice their own life. I don’t know what will happen to me; perhaps I’ll become nourishment for that entity, or maybe, like our founder, I’ll receive a great fortune.

Whatever the outcome, this is something I must do. The sect has been good to me, and at my age, it’s hard to make any progress in cultivation. This is perhaps my last contribution to the sect.”

He looked up at the younger cultivator, “Among our brothers, you’re the youngest and most astute… If this doesn’t work out, return to the sect as soon as possible and discuss with your Senior Brothers. No matter what, you must preserve the Great Light Sect’s lineage.”

“Senior Brother, I…”

The younger cultivator clenched his teeth. The elder brother patted his shoulder and transformed into a wisp of smoke, leaving the treasure carriage.

In the spider web passageway.

Inside the bronze coffin.

“Banzhuang, does Demon God Mountain have anything to do with actual demon gods?” Lu Xuan suddenly asked.

“In response to Master… Not currently, ” Ye Banzhuang blinked her eyes. “This place was originally called the Heavenly Spear Mountain Range, named for its straight, spear-like north-south orientation… It was only after I established the Demon Immortal Nation that I renamed it.”

Of course, she only revealed half the reason.

“Not currently” implied that there would be a connection in the future.

Once she ascended to immortality, wouldn’t Demon God Mountain truly be related to demon gods?

But Ye Banzhuang, having deeply learned from Lu Xuan, was quite humble.

Currently not a demon god herself, she thought it best to keep such thoughts to herself, rather than publicizing them.

“That’s strange, though.”

Lu Xuan’s divine sense stayed locked on the cultivator from the Great Light

Sect.

Something about him felt… off.

To Lu Xuan’s perception, this cultivator had concealed his aura. He used special means to avoid the monitoring of the Bifang divine beast and then quietly disembarked from the vehicle.

After leaving the sinkhole, he headed northwest, seemingly towards… the middle-western part of the Demon God Mountain Range?

That area was a remote desert, not an ideal environment, and uninhabited.

This made Lu Xuan relax his mind a bit.

An uninhabited area was good.

In such a place, he could wait for the cultivator to summon a powerful being, then intervene to resolve the situation..