"Greetings, Teacher!" The silver-haired old woman was none other than Leng Yueying, who had spirited away Zhuge Siyu from the East Sea all those years ago. Upon appearing at the scene, she first paid her respects to the mysterious, white-haired little figure beside her.

The little figure smiled and nodded, gesturing to the space beside him. Leng Yueying understood immediately, drifting over to settle cross-legged beside the figure. As for Zhuge Siyu, who trailed behind her, she moved to the lower ground, standing next to Zhuge Yishi.

The younger generation, witnessing this newly arrived master deferring to the little figure as "Teacher," showed expressions of renewed shock. This astonishment deepened when they observed that even the two strongest present, Xuanyuan Jue and Dugu Bachen, showed no surprise, as if this was entirely natural.

"Teacher, three hundred years ago, I was misled by certain individuals and missed the Soul Fighting Tournament. This time, I have brought my disciple; she has received my direct inheritance and should be qualified to represent me in the tournament, shouldn't she?" Leng Yueying glanced sideways at the rigidly upright Dugu Bachen, noting his perfectly calm expression, showing no inclination to even look her way, which ignited a surge of anger within her.

"Heh heh, certainly no problem. Little Chenchen, what do you say?" The little figure smiled faintly, stroking his beard before asking Dugu Bachen.

"If Teacher says it's fine, then it is absolutely fine!" Dugu Bachen nodded respectfully.

Hearing the little figure address the supremely domineering Dugu Bachen as "Little Chenchen," and seeing that Dugu Bachen displayed not a hint of anger but maintained his utmost reverence, was utterly unbelievable. More importantly, he too referred to the little figure as "Teacher"? Who exactly was this little person?

At that moment, no one dared to treat the little figure with the slightest disrespect again.

"Since that is settled, then let them be sent to the Demon Realm. Zhuo Long, this is your domain, you handle this matter!" the little figure said with a smile.

As his words faded, the ground began to tremble. Immediately after, a colossal mountain peak was seen slowly ascending from the earth.

Everyone—save for Xuanyuan Jue and a few others—including the Raksasa Gate Master, Blood Raksasa, watched in stunned silence as the small mountain slowly revealed itself...

This was Lanmengze, a swamp. How could a mountain possibly rise here? As the small mountain gradually showed its true form, the onlookers realized it wasn't a mountain at all, but a gigantic, monstrous beast—a creature with twin horns on its head, resembling a dragon, but so colossal it stood hundreds of feet high, truly like a small mountain...

This was Zhuo Long, the Guardian Spirit of Lanmengze.

Seeing Zhuo Long towering like a mountain, the likes of Blood Raksasa were somewhat less overwhelmed. The younger individuals below could only gape, their mouths wide open, eyes staring, utterly speechless. In all their years, when had they ever seen such an enormous monster?

"The passage is open. But let's get the unpleasantries out of the way first: the Demon Realm is currently rampant with chaos and heavy danger. Do not blame me if anything happens to your disciples!" Though Zhuo Long hadn't opened its mouth, an ancient voice resonated directly in everyone’s minds.

"You dying insect, can't you say fewer useless things? So what if it's the Demon Realm? Back in the day, I could command the winds and summon the rain, omnipotent! Dugu Qian, Dugu Yun, Dugu Zhan, you go first, and do not disgrace the prestige of our Dugu family!" Dugu Bachen snorted coldly.

"As you command, Ancestor!" Three figures in black attire stepped out from the crowd, bowed respectfully to Dugu Bachen, and then, with a flash of movement, darted toward the passage opened by Zhuo Long.

"Xuanyuan Jing, Xuanyuan Yi, Xuanyuan Chi, you go as well!" Xuanyuan Jue, seated opposite Dugu Bachen, spoke up next. Following his command, three finely dressed men led by Xuanyuan Jing stepped forward, bowed, and rushed through after Dugu Qian and the others.

The youths like Huangfu Buyue and Gui Jianchou were unwilling to lag behind, plunging toward the Demon Realm one after another, showing not a trace of fear.

Soon, only Zhuge Siyu and her younger brother, Zhuge Yishi, remained. Leng Yueying, seated next to the little figure, glanced at Dugu Bachen, then spoke to her disciple: "Siyu, you may go. Everything that needed to be taught over these years has been imparted. Do not disgrace your teacher!"

Zhuge Siyu stepped forward, bowed to her master, offered a slight smile to the others present, then grasped her brother's hand and resolutely headed for the passage. Towards that mysterious Demon Realm, she held a continuous, deep anticipation...

Quickly, only Dugu Bachen and twelve others remained on the scene. The younger generation, including Blood Raksasa and Gongsun Sheng, felt uneasy seeing only figures who had lived for three centuries or more present. Yet, as representatives of their ancestors, they could only forcibly suppress the tension in their hearts and remain seated.

"Hmm, didn't I hear that a singular genius has recently appeared on the Kyushu Continent? I also heard he actually killed a young master from the Fang family. Why isn't this genius showing his face today?" Leng Yueying swept her gaze over Dugu Bachen and suddenly inquired.

These old monsters, having lived for untold ages, naturally knew the history between Leng Yueying and Dugu Bachen. However, considering Leng Yueying was an old crone of several centuries, yet spoke with the petty pique of a young girl, they found it rather amusing.

"Hmph..." Dugu Bachen merely gave a cold grunt. He truly didn't wish to exchange many words with her, or perhaps, he simply didn't know what to say to her.

"Three days ago, the passage guarded by Dugu experienced abnormal spatial fluctuations. That little brat named Ye Jingyu seems to have already entered the Demon Realm ahead of schedule!" At this moment, Zhuo Long's voice carried over.

Upon hearing this news, everyone’s expressions froze. The Demon Realm was an exceedingly brutal world; entering it without formidable strength was tantamount to courting death. Yet, that Ye Jingyu had ventured in alone, without waiting for their guidance—this courage was certainly commendable.

Dugu Bachen’s previously gloomy face instantly brightened upon hearing this news. His disciple was indeed impressive; while these others were still deliberating on how to enter, he had already gone ahead. It seemed he needed to find a way to have Qianqian and the others notify him, ensuring he brought back the remains of the Wolf King...

"Heh heh, I have met that brat. He is a good child. Dugu, you have taken on a fine disciple!" Hearing that Ye Jingyu had also preceded them into the Demon Realm, the little figure suddenly spoke up as well.

"Thank you for your praise, Teacher!" Dugu Bachen quickly bowed.

"Heh heh, very well. Now that your successors have all departed, it is time we discussed serious matters. Are you all prepared?"

Hearing the little figure’s voice, the expressions of everyone present turned solemn...

"We are prepared!" After only a moment of silence, all of them spoke the same words simultaneously...