Chapter 580: The Path of Good Fortune
Outside the Demon Immortal Pagoda, a million Cultivators scattered to the area outside of the various mountain peaks. That was the only place where they could view its exterior.
A million disciples formed a ring around the pagoda, which they all stared at fixedly.
What they saw was nearly a 100,000 bright dots of light appear on the 1st level of the pagoda. They were densely packed together, and each one represented a disciple of the Demon Immortal Sect.
“I wonder what it’s like inside?” murmured a Conclave disciple from the First Peak as he looked at the dots of light.
Similar questions were going through the minds of all the disciples who were watching the Demon Immortal Pagoda.
However, before they could put much thought to it, roughly half of the 100,000 dots of light suddenly vanished. A moment later, tens of thousands of Cultivators were ejected out into the air, blood spraying from their mouths as they tumbled backward.
There were even some who were knocked completely unconscious.
The sight immediately caused everyone to gasp. However, at the same time, a dot of light appeared on the previously dark 2nd level!
“Someone made it past the 1st level!”
“How much time has passed? Someone already made it past the 1st level!” The buzz of conversation filled the air.
Fang Yu’s pupils constricted as she watched on silently.
Wang Lihai was also in the crowds of people, frowning.
The young man from the Northern Reaches stood there, his eyes glittering brightly. Generally speaking, South Heaven Cultivators would not be the first ones to rush into the Demon Immortal Pagoda. Most would wait on the outside to observe.
After the first person made it to the 2nd level, gradually, more lights began to appear. All of the observers settled their Qi and calmed their minds as they focused completely on the proceedings.
Some, feeling confident in their ability and experience, decided to enter the pagoda.
When Meng Hao entered the 1st level of the pagoda, the first thing he saw was a land covered in blackness. The reek of blood wafted through the air, as if he were standing on some ancient battlefield.
Looking around, he suddenly noticed that the air up ahead was rippling. Ten figures appeared, all of them blurry and unclear. However, their Cultivation bases were all at the great circle of the Nascent Soul stage.
The ten figures emanated a raging killing intent as they charged toward Meng Hao.
Meng Hao’s eyes flickered, and suddenly he laughed as he realized what was being tested in the Demon Immortal Pagoda. As the ten figures neared, he did not retreat, but instead shot forward to meet them.
Rumbling echoed out as Meng Hao transformed into a green smoke. All it took was a fist or a finger attack. The ten great circle Nascent Soul figures were incapable of fighting back. In the blink of an eye, they were destroyed.
All of it lasted only the space of five breaths, and ten opponents were slaughtered.
Next, however, black smoke began to rise up from their bodies. It seethed and churned, forming together into one single pitch-black figure. He wore a long black robe, and a black mask. His black hair floated up into the air, and an aura emanated out from him that caused Meng Hao’s pupils to constrict.
Even more shocking was that although this man also had a Cultivation base at the great circle of the Nascent Soul stage, it was completely different than those of the figures from before. If you likened those figures to fierce dogs, this man was a lone wolf.
He eyed Meng Hao coldly, then suddenly raised his hand up. Shockingly, a mountain appeared above his hand.
The instant the mountain appeared, Meng Hao recognized it. This was the Mountain Consuming Incantation!
Next, the mountain vanished, and the man appeared directly in front Meng Hao. A palm strike descended. Meng Hao’s eyes flickered; it was as if he saw a mountain rushing directly toward him.