228: Chapter 228 Does it hurt?

"Fellow Daoist Youling, what's wrong?" the other three noticed his anomaly.

"Just now..." Great Sage Youling said with some uncertainty, "I seemed to see a human figure come out of the eighth-floor passage just now?"

"A human figure? There isn't one?" The Great Sages of the other three clans frowned.

"That must be it, I must have seen wrong..." Great Sage Youling said, slightly embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoist, you are injured. It's normal to be dizzy and see things after such a big battle!" The Great Sage of the Evil Ghost Clan said, not knowing if it was comfort or sarcasm.

"Enough!" Mother Yaksha flew out, "Don't waste time, let's go find other Mist Beasts!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The Great Sage of the Zombie Clan quickly followed.

Lin Bei stood to the side, watching the four of them leave, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"My stealth actually failed the moment I left the passage... It's a good thing these guys are blind, otherwise I would have had to slap them to death..."

After sighing, he raised his hand and took out one hundred asura spirits, "Netherworld... Pathfinding!"

On the arena in Shura City.

The Third Old Ancestor of the Asura Clan stared intently at the vortex leading into the Shura World. His eyes contained a nervousness that was difficult for outsiders to detect, but even more so, anticipation!

Behind him were over a dozen seating arrangements, which the Asura Clan had arranged for some of their more important guests.

Great Sage Li Chun of the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan sat among them and turned to look at the Fifth Elder, "Fellow Daoist Xu Kun, this racial competition of your Asura Clan is a bit boring!"

"Are we just supposed to sit here and wait for them to come out?"

"Regarding this..." The Fifth Elder of the Asura Clan smiled bitterly, "The Shura World was created by the founding ancestor of our Asura Clan. Opening it only requires one Late Stage Great Sage Elder."

"But to project the images from inside, it requires two Late Stage Great Sage Elders of the clan to work together..."

"I see," Li Chun put down his wine glass, "Then where is the other Late Stage Great Sage Elder in your clan? I remember it was Senior Ling Xiao!"

"The Second Old Ancestor has been in seclusion for hundreds of years. Although we informed him earlier, it is difficult for him to get away for the time being." The Fifth Elder explained to him.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, a powerful aura that struck the soul soared into the sky from afar.

Then, that aura flashed and instantly arrived at the arena.

"Everyone, apologies, Ling has arrived late!" The voice was not loud, but it contained great majesty and rang in everyone's ears.

"Greetings, Second Old Ancestor!" In the northern area of the arena, all the Asura Clan Cultivators bowed quickly.

"Greetings, Second Elder of the Asura Clan!" The clansmen of the Zombie Clan and the other four clans reacted and also bowed one after another.

The Second Old Ancestor of the Asura Clan swept his gaze across. Given his status, it was impossible for him to pay attention to these juniors, so he looked at the Third Old Ancestor and sighed softly.

"Did you not achieve a Breakthrough?" The Third Old Ancestor also sighed softly.

"It is only one step away from the Peak Great Sage, yet it is like a natural chasm..." Second Old Ancestor Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"It's okay," The Third Old Ancestor's eyes shone with divine light, "There is no rush. When..."

Hearing this, the Second Elder of the Asura Clan also showed excitement in his eyes, "Right! It doesn't matter if I didn't succeed..."

"Come, let everyone witness the rise of our Asura Clan!"

"Good!" The Third Old Ancestor raised his hand, and a majestic spiritual power rushed into the high sky, sinking into the vortex at the entrance of the Shura World.

The Second Old Ancestor also acted, and with a wave of his hand, a grey spiritual power rushed out.

After their spiritual powers merged, the vortex slowly stopped, and after a few breaths, it turned into a mirror.

In the mirror, an altar floated alone in the air, appearing somewhat desolate in the atmosphere.

"The Asura Altar, silent for tens of thousands of years, is finally going to shine again!"

The Second Old Ancestor and the Third Old Ancestor looked at each other, their eyes filled with burning passion.

However, the others were clearly not satisfied with the image in the mirror.

Soon, some fragmented voices were heard intermittently.

"Is this all we can see?"

"This is too boring..."

"That's right, can't you lock onto the Great Sages and Saints of the five clans?"

The Third Old Ancestor frowned and looked at the Second Old Ancestor, "Second Elder, what do you think?"

"Someone!" Great Sage Ling Xiao's eyes were bright, and with a thought, the image in the mirror switched continuously.

They saw four Cultivators shrouded in black robes standing still in four directions, a thousand zhang away from the altar, seemingly waiting for something.

"It's them! The foreign aid invited by the Yaksha and the other four clans!" A Cultivator shouted from the sidelines.

"What are they doing?"

"The Zombie Clan? Where are the Zombie Clan Cultivators? Were they beaten half to death?" Many Cultivators kept searching in the image.

After all, the biggest highlight of this racial competition was seeing the Zombie Clan suffer.

The two Old Ancestors of the Asura Clan flashed a sneer in their eyes, but their hands complied with the demands of the majority of the audience. With a wave of their sleeves, the image in the mirror changed again.

"Old Ren! Come on, if we kill this big snake, we'll have forty asura spirits!"

"Haha, what? Do you think I'm old?"

When the image froze, the conversation between Ren Tiantang and his companion immediately came out from within, mixed with the roar of a violent battle.

"Holy crap! What a big snake!"

"The two Great Sages of the Zombie Clan are so fierce, they don't seem to be injured at all?"

"Indeed! Looking at it this way, the other four clans are not good either?"

"Wait! Look, that most arrogant foreign aid of the Zombie Clan is gone!"

"Yeah, could it be that he was captured by the four clans?"

The Third Old Ancestor also had some doubts in his eyes; he also had a deep impression of Lin Bei.

He immediately moved his mind, and the image in the mirror began to change again.

A moment later, another group of people appeared in the image.

However, this group of people appeared somewhat disheveled.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Great Sage Youling's face was pale, and there were bloodstains on the corners of his mouth, "That flood dragon just now was really powerful!"

"Indeed powerful!" Mother Yaksha also felt uncomfortable; some of her dark red scales had fallen off, and traces of blood kept seeping out.

"Damn it!" The Great Sage of the Evil Ghost Clan gritted his teeth, "They are both Late Stage Great Sages, but this flood dragon is much stronger than the five Mist Beasts from before! Yet after it died, it only gave us fifteen asura spirits!"

"What can we do about it? Mist Beasts are rare. Since we finally encountered one, should we let it go?" Mother Yaksha spoke again.

Then, she glared fiercely at the Great Sage of the Zombie Clan, "Have you seen enough?!"

The Great Sage of the Zombie Clan then withdrew his gaze from the damaged scales on her body and smiled sheepishly, "Yaksha, are you in pain?"

"I..." Mother Yaksha wanted to scold him, but thinking about how he had been guarding in front of her during the battle, and even had one of his legs broken, she felt a bit of pity.

"I'm fine... You should heal your wounds first!" In the end, she softened her tone.

"That..." Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Great Sage Youling quickly changed the subject, "Let's look for Mist Beasts while healing. As long as we find one more, we can perform Netherworld Pathfinding!"

"Good!"

"Netherworld Pathfinding? What does that mean?" Watching the image in the mirror, the vast majority of people were very curious.

Only the Saints of the six clans, led by the Asura Clan, understood the meaning.

"But these Great Sages are truly amazing! To dare to challenge a Late Stage Great Sage Yao Beast!"

Amidst the discussions of the crowd, the Third Old Ancestor's doubts deepened.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Under his control, the image in the mirror flashed rapidly, reflecting places within the Shura World.

After a full stick of incense time, he stopped his movements, his brows deeply furrowed, "Nothing?"

At this time, the people around also understood what he was looking for, and it suddenly became lively.

"Could it be... that the Zombie Clan's foreign aid is dead?"

"It's really possible..."

"No way? The two Great Sages of the Zombie Clan don't seem to have any reaction?"

"Tch! They aren't their own clansmen, are they supposed to wail and howl?"

"That makes sense, that makes sense..."

Five days later, the crowd boiled over again.

In the image, Mother Yaksha and the other three finally encountered another Mist Beast, and with joint efforts, they killed it without any surprises.

After a brief rest, Mother Yaksha took out a full one hundred asura spirits, "Three of you, there is no time to lose, let's find the first fragment!"