Now, fifteen thousand people had all entered the maw of the Chaos Civilization Beast. Within the body of the Chaos Civilization Beast, there was an aura of chaos that prevented everyone's divine sense from reaching far; anything even slightly distant was undetectable. Simultaneously, the interior of the Chaos Civilization Beast was astonishingly vast—a single tooth was thousands of miles thick, so just imagine the size of its mouth.

Precisely because of these factors, everyone was unable to locate the others. And now, all of them first had to traverse the Hell of Five Tongues. The Hell of Five Tongues, also known as the Sea of Five Tongues, was actually the deepest part of the Chaos Civilization Beast's mouth, where all sorts of demonic tongues constantly lashed out, attacking the humans flying above from below upwards.

Among the fifteen thousand people was Feng Xiaotian, the Master of the Arrow Gate, whom Lu Yuan had encountered in the Void Tunnel Arena. He was also crossing the Hell of Five Tongues; one had to pass through this ordeal to reach the depths of the Civilization Holy Land. Feng Xiaotian's figure shot through the air above the Hell of Five Tongues like an arc of lightning.

In that instant, a tongue shot straight up from below, fast as a lightning strike. Feng Xiaotian, being the Lord of the Arrow Gate, reacted instantly and loosed an arrow. The arrow collided with the tongue in the void, and Feng Xiaotian discovered that the arrow had indeed pulverized the tongue.

However, a strange sourness instantly wafted over him, nearly causing him to lose balance and fall. But he could still hold on, and Feng Xiaotian pressed forward. This time, however, three tongues suddenly sprang out, each bizarre in its own way.

Feng Xiaotian fired three arrows in quick succession, striking all three tongues, but he immediately sensed three different flavors assaulting his entire body, causing him extreme discomfort. Ahead, tongues continued to erupt and attack. Feng Xiaotian understood that with his cultivation at the Seventh Heaven of the World Realm, traversing the Hell of Five Tongues would not be easy.

He decided it was best to retreat first and seek an alliance with others. At the same time, Lu Yuan had also entered the Hell of Five Tongues. Entering concurrently were Heng Zhan and Feng Mingyi.

Heng Zhan was at the Eighth Heaven of the World Realm, and Feng Mingyi was at the Tenth Heaven of the World Realm; Lu Yuan was at the Eighth Heaven of the World Realm. Since the three knew each other, they naturally joined forces to pass this stage. As soon as they entered the Hell of Five Tongues, a tongue lunged directly at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan’s sword light, electric and swift, severed the tongue, but an intensely sour taste immediately followed. Heng Zhan’s expression shifted, clearly having noticed the same thing. Feng Mingyi spoke with ease, “This is the Hell of Five Tongues.

Tongues constantly extend to attack us, simultaneously transmitting the five tastes—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty—which cause us extreme distress. It’s not simple for those at the Seventh or Eighth Heavens of the World Realm to pass this stage. Lu Yuan, you need to be careful…” The records concerning Lu Yuan’s power were still stuck at the Sixth Heaven of the World Realm, making him seriously suspect Lu Yuan might be among the weakest of the fifteen thousand.

Thus, he offered a reminder. After warning him, Feng Mingyi also observed Lu Yuan, trying to gauge his true strength. If Lu Yuan was as powerful as rumored, the Wind Civilization would need to try even harder to win him over; this wasn't merely about influence, but the very way a civilization survived.

The result was that as he watched, even when several tongues, or even ten tongues, attacked simultaneously, Lu Yuan handled them with considerable ease. The power Lu Yuan displayed was definitely far beyond the Sixth Heaven of the World Realm; based on his performance, he appeared to be at least at the Eighth Heaven of the World Realm. Looking at Heng Zhan, the seasoned Eighth Heaven of the World Realm expert, his proficiency in dealing with the onslaught didn't seem superior to Lu Yuan's.

This Lu Yuan truly possessed profound potential; he was worth investing more energy in trying to recruit, Feng Mingyi thought privately. Lu Yuan’s sword light kept flashing, either blocking or severing the tongues. Lu Yuan had basically calculated the requirement: Seventh Heaven of the World Realm power could break the tongues, but to cross the Hell of Five Tongues, one needed at least Eighth Heaven of the World Realm power.

He sliced through another tongue with a sword strike, then snatched it into his hand. He found that when struck by his sword light, the tongue burst, revealing a Heaven-grade spirit stone. One Heaven-grade spirit stone—alas, it wasn't of much use, just a single Heaven-grade spirit stone.

Lu Yuan attacked casually, collecting the Heaven-grade spirit stones out of mild boredom. Don't say there were very few Heaven-grade spirit stones here; just one per tongue. But sweeping through like this, he had gathered several hundred Heaven-grade spirit stones, which counted as a small supplement.

No, it should be called a major boon. There was no other place where one could earn Heaven-grade spirit stones this quickly. The incident at Immortal Gambler Island had broadened his horizons; several hundred Heaven-grade spirit stones were actually quite a large quantity.

Feng Mingyi was striking down the tongues effortlessly. With a slight movement of his finger, countless winds appeared around him, slashing away any approaching tongue. This speed was considerably faster than Lu Yuan’s; the Tenth Heaven of the World Realm was indeed the Tenth Heaven of the World Realm, beyond ordinary imagination.

“This stage, the Hell of Five Tongues in the Chaos Civilization Beast’s mouth, is actually not difficult,” Feng Mingyi stated. “As long as we don't run into the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues, we’ll be fine.” “The Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues? What is that?” Lu Yuan asked.

“The Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues is truly a terrifying entity. It is said to have evolved from a spark of sentience within the Chaos Civilization Beast’s tongue in ancient times. This thing combines the five demonic tongues into one being.

Since its birth, no one has ever been able to defeat it; the probability of defeating it is zero. It reigns supreme in this layer of the mouth, and in the past, the chance of escape upon encountering it was one in ten thousand.” “What, one in a hundred?” “Correct, one in ten thousand. Even those at the Tenth Heaven of the World Realm are helpless against it, and even Half-Step Civilization Realm cultivators would struggle.” “The Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues doesn't bother with comparing cultivation levels with you.

This is its territory; it only challenges you with tastes, various flavors tormenting you to the extreme until you are trapped by those tastes,” Feng Mingyi explained. “However, there are fifteen thousand people here; only the unluckiest batch will encounter the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues, so we shouldn't worry too much.” No sooner had his words fallen than Lu Yuan immediately sensed something amiss. A colossal tongue shot upwards from below, its imposing aura vastly greater than before.

Lu Yuan blocked it with a sword strike. The block appeared successful on the surface, but immediately, the five tastes—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty—assaulted him simultaneously. One flavor alone was enough to cause a severe headache, let alone five.

Lu Yuan instantly felt his body nearly lose control and buckle. Lu Yuan saw that this massive tongue was incomparably huge, perhaps thousands of feet tall. Lu Yuan cursed under his breath, “This can’t be the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues, can it?” Feng Mingyi gave a wry smile, “If I’m not mistaken, it is indeed the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues.” He almost cursed himself for being a jinx; he had only just mentioned the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues, and they ran right into it.

Out of fifteen thousand people, why did they have to encounter the cursed Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues? It was enough to make one vomit blood. The Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues struck again, targeting Feng Mingyi, Lu Yuan, and Heng Zhan.

This tongue was truly enraged; it hadn't used its full power before, but now it unleashed its might. The five tastes permeated the surroundings, and this essence wasn't ordinary flavor. Sound could be a weapon, aura could serve as a weapon, and taste, too, could be forged into a weapon.

At this critical juncture, Lu Yuan dared not be careless any longer. He unleashed his full capabilities, his sword light flashing incessantly, yet under the assault of the five flavors, his body cycled between sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, causing extreme suffering. Simultaneously, Heng Zhan and Feng Mingyi were just as tormented.

Feng Mingyi, being at the Tenth Heaven of the World Realm, fared slightly better, but Heng Zhan was the first to buckle. He was bound by five shackles of the five tastes, suffering intensely. What counted for the masters of the Ten Great Supreme Sects when faced with the dangers of the Civilization Holy Land?

The crises here were manifold. At this point, only Lu Yuan and Feng Mingyi could still resist. Lu Yuan’s sword light flashed rapidly, his facial expression constantly shifting under the influence of the five tastes.

When he hadn't encountered the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues, Feng Mingyi had been graceful and composed, his fingers lightly flicking out endless wind blades that could easily shatter the other tongues in the Hell of Five Tongues. But upon confronting the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues and being assailed by the five tastes, his expression was certainly not comfortable, alternately turning pale, green, and red. Finally, one could hold out no longer.

Lu Yuan was bound by the five shackles. In the next three moments, Feng Mingyi, at the Tenth Heaven of the World Realm, was also locked down by the five shackles of the five tastes. The giant tongue of the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues then coiled around, pulling all three—Feng Mingyi, Lu Yuan, and Heng Zhan—down towards the depths of the Hell of Five Tongues.

All three were trapped by the massive tongue. Lu Yuan gave a wry smile and asked, “Emperor’s Son Feng, why is the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues pulling us toward the bottom of the Hell of Five Tongues instead of killing us?” “It wants to refine us. The Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues has developed rudimentary sentience and knows that refining us can increase its power, so it intends to refine us now,” Feng Mingyi replied with a bitter smile.

“We are about to endure the Five Tastes Torture of the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues. This damned Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues.” Lu Yuan also felt the five tastes surging towards him, tastes that caused excruciating suffering, slowly refining his body, seemingly intending to transform him into the five tastes. But he would absolutely not yield.

Nor would he die here. He still had too many important things to do. Not to mention anything else, the primary task of utterly crushing the Son of the Wasteland had to be completed.

Having been nearly killed by the Son of the Wasteland, how could he fail to retaliate? There was no way he could die here, Lu Yuan thought fiercely in his heart, strengthening his will as he considered a way to break free from the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues. Meanwhile, Feng Mingyi was also thinking of a solution, but he, too, lacked the power.

Heng Zhan, having far less insight than Feng Mingyi, was even more helpless. . ..

….. “Someone over there just seemed to encounter the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues.” “Then they are done for. The mortality rate for the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues is zero; it has never died, and the chance of escaping it is one in ten thousand.” “They didn’t erect the Chaos Bubble in time.” “Encountering the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues might not even give one the chance to erect a Chaos Bubble to escape.” “Forget it, the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongues has gone over there.

They are unlucky, but we can pass through this boundless Hell of Five Tongues smoothly.”