Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

On this day, the Mahayana Late Period cultivators gathered all of the warriors in the valley, with a serious expression: "Today, I will choose fifteen of you to carry out a special mission, if any of you are selected, after the mission is successful, everyone will be given a city as a gift, which means, every person is the mayor, and they will protect you for life and glory!"    

    

"Ah?" Really? Is it really possible for me to become the City Lord? "    

    

"If I become the City Governor, wouldn't I be able to marry over ten wives? I won't be able to spend all my money! "    

    

All of the warriors became excited and started to talk among themselves. Their eyes were full of expectation and passion.    

    

"So, you must get fifteen spots. Of course, Liu Duansheng, Qing Yu, Lone Wolf, and Hsu Mu do not need to participate in the selection. There are only eleven spots left.    

    

All the warriors looked at Feng Yimo and the other three with envy. They were the ones who wanted to be the Mayor.    

    

In their eyes, not one City Lord was above the others, they held monstrous authority, and they could decide the life and death of others!    

    

Only Feng Yimo frowned. What kind of mission could have such huge capital under Zixia Mountain?    

    

Perhaps, it wouldn't be long before everything became clear.    

    

In the afternoon, after the selection, Qin Yang and the other eleven practitioners stood out. Their faces were full of excitement, as if they had seen the City Lord's position and waved at them.    

    

The eliminated martial artists were carried away with a sense of loss. As for what their fate was, no one knew.    

    

"Good, very good!" Suddenly, with a wave of his sleeve, everyone fainted. With a wave of his sleeve, he carried away fifteen cultivators and flew to the top of the mountain in a flash.    

    

At the peak of the mountain, in front of State Sovereign and Huo Jun Mountain's cave abode, was a flat plaza that was several acres large, and had been waiting for fifteen people. All of them were at the grand completion stage, and their auras were as deep as the sea, like Elder De and Elder Bei's were impressively in line.    

    

"Greetings, State Sovereign!" With a flick of his wrist, Feng Yimo and the rest flew out and were caught by Elder De and the others.    

    

"Are you ready?" State Sovereign, Huo Junshan asked.    

    

"I'm ready!" Elder De and the others answered in unison.    

    

"Alright then. Elder Ji, you may set off. I hope that you can succeed this time around!" Huo Jun Mountain Road.    

    

"Yes sir!" Elder Ji was the leading Mahayana Late Period cultivator. Clasping his fist, he looked at all the cultivators behind him, grabbed Feng Yimo, and threw him into the air: "Let's go!"    

    

Swish swish!    

    

The remaining fourteen people all flew into the air and followed Elder Ji as they flew towards the north.    

    

When everyone had disappeared into the horizon, State Sovereign, Huo Junshan sighed and returned to his cave.    

    

"I really hope that this time, I can open the mysterious cave and obtain the treasures inside. Perhaps, humans can find another way!"    

    

"… …"    

    

At the same time, there were more than five hundred people gathered on top of a certain mountain in the lesser celestial realm. If participants of the Zixia Mountain Martial Arts Competition were here, they would recognize that they were all participants of the competition who had been eliminated. However, their eyes were glazed over, and other than breathing, they were all dead!    

    

Moments later, cultivators from the Cauldron Mountain Sect, Moon Viewing Pavilion, Peng Yan Sect, Guipin Sect, and Flying Immortal Palace landed beside these people. There were a total of 30 people, and all of them were Maharet cultivators! This kind of lineup could slaughter any residence!    

    

There were a total of five great sects, and each sect had six Martial Grand Masters. After they appeared, they arrived behind the cultivators and nodded their heads in satisfaction. The six of them carried one hundred of the cultivators and flew into the sky.    

    

Shua shua shua! The others followed suit, and soon there was no one at the top of the hill, as if they had never been there.    

    

"… …"    

    

When Feng Yimo and the rest opened their eyes, they found themselves in a vast expanse of white snow. The snow was a few feet high, up to the knees. Every step he took required him to lift his legs high.    

    

Because of body tempering, this level of coldness was unable to cause any harm. However, what surprised everyone was that all the other cultivators were also walking quickly in the snow, one step at a time.    

    

In just a moment, Feng Yimo noticed something strange. In this place, there was no Essence. Moreover, there was a kind of pressure coming from the air as if there was a thousand pounds on his shoulders as he walked.    

    

Everyone moved forward silently. No one spoke, and the silence was frightening.    

    

What is this place?    

    

Feng Yimo searched for the answer in his mind, but to no avail. His heart skipped a beat, and the Primordial Spirit continued to walk inside the Sumeru Bracelet, quickly searching for the Map Jade Chip, trying to find where it was.    

    

This place was the extreme northern region of the Little Earth Realm, called the Realm of the Death God. It was fifty million kilometers away from the Zixia Mountain, and did not belong to any of the six continents, so it was independent from the world. This place was covered in snow all year round, and it had never melted away from time immemorial.    

    

The entire Death God's Domain was larger than the Ou Lai Province, and there was very little information regarding the Realm of Death.    

    

Could it be that there was some sort of special treasure in the depths of the Death God Domain?    

    

Because they didn't have the energy to replenish themselves, the cultivators didn't dare to use their mana. Otherwise, if they lost all their mana, they would become cripples and not as strong as the martial artists.    

    

Perhaps this was the reason why they chose martial practitioners.    

    

In a place like this, a martial artist could display their full power.    

    

Fifteen of them were Master Cultivators. Each of them had a warrior beside them. As for Feng Yimo and the other three, who had the highest level of martial arts, they were all walking in front.    

    

The one beside Feng Yimo was the familiar Elder De. Hsu Mu followed Elder Bei, Lone Wolf followed Elder Ji, who had the highest cultivation, while Qing Yu followed the only female Elder.    

    

"Liu Duansheng, this is not a competition of Zixia Mountain. We need to focus fully on our defense, because the danger is right at our side. At any moment, powerful demon beasts will appear!" Elder De said with a grave expression.    

    

Feng Yimo was aware of this problem long ago. In this Reaper Domain with no Yuan energy, their martial artists were the bodyguards and protective amulets for the body cultivators.    

    

"Yes sir!"    

    

Feng Yimo responded and spread out his attention to look around for any movement.    

    

"… …"    

    

After Feng Yimo and his group entered the Realm of Death, they were thousands of miles away. The members of the Cauldron Mountain Sect, the Moon-Viewing Pavilion, the Peng Yan Sect, the Guipin Sect, and the Flying Immortal Palace had also arrived at the border of the Domain of Death. The six grand master cultivators of each sect didn't enter the snowy plains, instead, they landed on the shoulders of the puppet-like warriors.    

    

There were a lot of them. They formed a unique scene as they quickly poured into the boundless snow.    

    

With warriors as mounts, the five sects' speed was even faster than Feng Yimo's.    

    

They did not think much of the warriors!