Fantasy: Reject the Supreme Bone at the Beginning

49: The arrival of the Forest Clan caused a stir among the thousands!Tianhuang Mountain was enveloped in immortal clouds, with various teleportation Magical Artifacts and mounts traversing the sky.

Those carried were all kinds of Prodigies from major forces.

There were experts in body tempering, sword Dao Prodigies, and even successors of the Fire Saint.

All types of Geniuses were present, making it exceptionally lively.

”Everyone, the younger generation entering this Ancient Desolate Small World, life or death is irrelevant; each person’s fate is their own.”

”However, if this Old Ancestor finds out that any older generation strong Cultivator has suppressed their cultivation to secretly mix in, then don’t blame this Old Ancestor for being impolite.”

In mid-air, on a massive flying ship,

the leading Elder of an immortal force spoke.

His Aura of the Half-Saint Realm erupted, attracting the attention of countless people.

”Oh my, it’s the Half-Saint Ancestor of Xianling Ancient Sect, what terrifying pressure.”

”Xianling Ancient Sect, one of the eight immortal-level forces, has already arrived. The other seven should be arriving soon, right?”

”Hiss, those five leading young Prodigies behind Xianling Ancient Sect, are they the strongest Prodigies of Xianling Ancient Sect’s generation? Their strength looks so formidable.”

Disciples and Elders from countless forces on Tianhuang Mountain discussed animatedly, some looking at the Old Ancestor with awe.

However, where there was respect, there was also disdain.

”Old Ghost Qiu, what a grand Aura you have! Do you really think your Xianling Ancient Sect is the number one force in my Ancient Desolate Dao Domain?”

Not long after, another massive flying ship descended from the sky, emblazoned with the banner of the Sacred Emperor Sect.

An Old Ancestor radiating a scorching Aura stepped out of the flying ship, looking at the Half-Saint Ancestor of Xianling Ancient Sect with a face full of disdain.

”Hmph, Old Ghost Kuang, I don’t know if my Xianling Ancient Sect is the number one force in the Ancient Desolate Dao Domain, but I can confirm that your Sacred Emperor Sect is not.” The Half-Saint Ancestor of Xianling Ancient Sect retorted without mercy.

An Aura of unbridled majesty emanated from him, causing even the Spiritual Qi in the air to become restless.

This made the young Disciples of countless surrounding forces feel a chill, and they quickly left this place of conflict.

”Go, go, go, stay away from these two major forces, lest we get caught in the crossfire.”

”Such terrifying pressure, hurry, hurry! But I say, the people of Xianling Ancient Sect are really not a good...” A passing Cultivator said.

But before he could finish his sentence,

he was instantly crushed to death by the Aura of the Half-Saint Ancestor of Xianling Ancient Sect.

”Hmph, even if my Xianling Ancient Sect is at its worst, it’s not for you low-Rank small Cultivators to criticize.”

After saying this, the Half-Saint Ancestor of Xianling Ancient Sect gave Sacred Emperor Sect a cold glance, then piloted his flying ship away.

Leaving behind the Disciples of various smaller forces, who looked with pity at the passing Cultivator, who was now utterly dead.

”Alas, trouble comes from the mouth.” An Old Cultivator shook his head, then also left the area.

Cultivators like this, in the Ancient Desolate Dao Domain, countless numbers died every year.

If one didn’t know how to be cautious with their words when out and about, their death was deserved, and there was nothing to regret.

As time slowly passed, countless forces from the Ancient Desolate Dao Domain had now gathered in this place.

”Oh my god, it’s so slow, when will this Ancient Desolate Small World finally open?”

After waiting for a long time, many young Prodigies couldn’t help but complain.

”What are you rushing for? The Lin Clan and Gu Clan haven’t arrived yet. Do you think opening it is a pipe dream?” However, they were soon met with ridicule from other Cultivators.

Seeing this, the complaining Cultivators couldn’t help but shake their heads helplessly.

They were right; as long as the eight immortal-level forces of the Ancient Desolate Dao Domain didn’t arrive, the Ancient Desolate Small World wouldn’t open.

After all, in the Cultivation world, strength reigns supreme—this saying wasn’t just for show.

The strong always controlled more resources than the weak.

Enjoying more conveniences and always being superior to others.

After everyone waited for a moment longer,

above Sacred Emperor Mountain,

Boom!!!