88: Chapter 88: Forgetting Loyalty for Beauty

"Why wouldn't it be possible!"

"If the benefits are great enough, anything is possible."

"Interesting."

"This Immortal Demon Hall is testing whether we can cooperate."

Li Tianxing suddenly laughed.

Ling Jianxin did not speak, but a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Clearly, the two were already tempted.

The others were the same; they were all Cultivators, not children.

This included Xiao Ran, who was trailing at the back; his heart also stirred.

Abandoning sectarian prejudices?

Wouldn't he, a guy who could handle both Immortals and Demons, be getting a huge advantage?

He looked at Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng also looked at him.

Their gazes met, then simultaneously shifted away.

In the Soul connection, Li Changsheng's voice came through:

"Xiao Ran, what do you think is in this hall?"

"I don't know, but one thing is certain."

Xiao Ran replied.

"What?"

"If we want to get what's inside, we must cooperate."

Li Changsheng fell silent, feeling it made sense.

Xiao Ran continued, "You are Immortal, I am Demon; we are the perfect pair."

"Ling Jianxin and Li Tianxing are also a pair, and the other four will group up, making exactly four groups."

"You mean..."

"After we go in, the two of us will be a group," Xiao Ran said.

Li Changsheng was silent for three breaths.

"Good."

In front of the Immortal Demon Hall, the eight people each contemplated.

A moment later, Li Tianxing was the first to speak:

"Since the Immortal Demon Hall requires us to abandon sectarian prejudices, I suggest that after we enter, the Immortal and Demon paths each provide four people to form four groups."

After he finished, he looked at Ling Jianxin: "What do you think?"

Ling Jianxin nodded coldly: "Acceptable."

"Then how should we group up?"

White Bone Scholar asked.

Li Tianxing heard this and scanned the group: "Freely combine, no forcing."

"But every group must have one Immortal and one Demon; this is the rule of the Immortal Demon Hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ruyan chuckled and walked to Li Changsheng's side.

"Young Daoist Li, would it be alright for me to be in a group with you?"

Li Changsheng's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Miss Liu thinks highly of me; it is my honor."

Once these words were said, Xiao Ran, who was at the back, was stunned.

What the hell?

What did you say just a moment ago? Forgot it in the blink of an eye?

"You creature who forgets righteousness for beauty."

Xiao Ran frantically spammed in the Soul connection.

But at this moment, Li Changsheng only had eyes for Liu Ruyan and did not reply a single word.

Xiao Ran continued to spam.

Just at this moment, a gaze suddenly fell upon him.

He turned his head to look.

Su Qinghan was standing not far away, looking at him with a calm gaze.

"Demon Son Xiao."

"Would you be willing to be in a group with me?"

Her voice was as cold as usual, but surprisingly pleasant.

Xiao Ran was stunned for 0.1 seconds.

Then he smiled.

"Saintess Su thinks highly of me; I am naturally willing."

The two looked at each other, then simultaneously shifted their gazes away.

Only then did Li Changsheng reply in the Soul connection: "Likewise."

Two teams had already been formed.

Ling Jianxin and Li Tianxing naturally formed a group.

The remaining White Bone Scholar and Jian Wuchen looked at each other; although it was a bit awkward, they accepted this grouping method.

Eight people, four groups.

The gates of the Immortal Demon Hall swung wide open at this moment.

Chaos-colored light surged out, enveloping the eight people.

"Let's go!"

Li Tianxing took the first step.

The eight stepped into the light simultaneously.

Behind them, the gates slowly closed.

The two stone tablets on the gate flashed with a ray of light at this moment.

In that light, a line of text was vaguely visible: They have finally arrived.

Unfortunately, no one saw it.

...

Inside the Immortal Demon Hall.

When the light dissipated, the eight people found themselves standing in a huge circular hall.

The dome of the hall was a hundred zhang high, and the surrounding walls were covered with murals.

These were scenes of the Immortal and Demon paths joining forces to fight the Yao Race during the ancient era.

In the center of the hall, a mass of Chaos-colored light was suspended.

The light would sometimes split into two halves, one Immortal and one Demon.

Sometimes it would fuse into one, indistinguishable from each other.

immortal demon origin!

The gazes of the eight were simultaneously drawn to it.

But no one acted rashly.

Because beneath the immortal demon origin, there was still a person standing.

No, not a person.

It was a phantom image.

It was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe, with a handsome face and an otherworldly temperament.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the eight people with a calm gaze.

"Ten thousand years."

"Finally, someone has come."

He spoke, his voice gentle and distant.

The eight felt a shiver in their hearts.

Who is this person?

The middle-aged man seemed to see their confusion and smiled slightly.

"My Dao name is Wuju; I cultivate both Immortal and Demon paths, and I am one of the creators of this battlefield."

Wuju!

Cultivating both Immortal and Demon paths!

The eight were shaken to their cores.

"That you can reach here means you have already passed the first three trials."

"Next is the final stage."

Immortal Venerable Wuju did not pay attention to everyone's shock and continued speaking to himself.

He raised his hand and pointed to the mass of Chaos light.

"The immortal demon origin is the Fusion of the wills of all those who fell on this battlefield; it does not belong to the Immortals, nor does it belong to the Demons, but rather belongs to..."

The Immortal Venerable paused.

"It belongs to someone who can simultaneously master both the Immortal and Demon paths."

The eight looked at each other.

Simultaneously master both Immortal and Demon paths?

This...

"Do not be nervous."

"I do not require you all to become Cultivators of both Immortal and Demon paths; that is unrealistic and unnecessary."

"Even during the Great Dao struggle ten thousand years ago, those who could truly achieve dual cultivation of Immortal and Demon were few and far between."

"Not to mention that you are currently just Nascent Soul Cultivators."

Immortal Venerable Wuju seemed to see everyone's nervousness and smiled indifferently.

He scanned the eight, his gaze lingering on each person for a moment, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

"Interesting, to have both a Myriad Dao Guixu Body and an Innate Dao Embryo appear at the same time... No wonder you could reach this step."

Then he withdrew his gaze.

"The final stage is very simple; your four groups will each enter one of four trial spaces."

"Each group needs to face a trial, and the content of the trial is what you each lack most."

"Those who pass the trial can gain the recognition of the immortal demon origin and obtain a portion of its power."

"Those who do not pass, it does not matter, you just will not obtain the Origin."

"Now, choose your trial gates."

After Immortal Venerable Wuju finished speaking, he immediately waved his hand.

Four light gates appeared around the hall.

On each gate, a character was written:

The first gate: Desire

The second gate: Fear

The third gate: Obsession

The fourth gate: Self

The eight looked at these four characters, deep in thought.

"Which one shall we choose?"

Xiao Ran asked.

Su Qinghan did not answer, just quietly looking at the four gates.

After a long while, she spoke:

"Self."

Xiao Ran looked at her.

Su Qinghan also looked at him.

"Immortal Venerable Xuan Yin once said that we need to face ourselves before we can touch a glimmer of opportunity."

"I think she was referring to this."

Xiao Ran was silent for a moment, then nodded.

The two walked side by side towards the gate engraved with the character "Self".

Meanwhile.

Li Changsheng and Liu Ruyan walked towards the "Desire" gate.

Ling Jianxin and Li Tianxing walked towards the "Obsession" gate.

White Bone Scholar and Jian Wuchen walked towards the "Fear" gate.

Four groups, four gates.

The eight stepped in simultaneously.

Behind them, the phantom of Immortal Venerable Wuju watched quietly.

"Ten thousand years."

"Will the little ones of this generation be stronger than we were back then?"

He whispered to himself and smiled.

Then the phantom slowly faded away.

Only that mass of Chaos light remained quietly suspended in the hall.