My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Shortly after the dragons appeared, several more powerful auras exploded nearby.

This time, the aura was even more violent and primal.

The Giant Ape Clan of the Southern Wilderness.

Several burly figures appeared out of thin air, each as tall as an iron tower with bulging muscles.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a rugged face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a head of black hair that was loose over his shoulders. He exuded a savage and powerful aura.

Both are at the peak of the semi-divine realm.

Behind him were two clansmen who were also at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm, followed by a group of other clan members.

Behind him was an elder of the Southern Wilderness Giant Ape Clan, a seventh-level Half-Immortal. His gaze fell on the group of cultivators below, scanning them from top to bottom. A slow grin spread across his face, revealing a set of white teeth.

Then he spoke—

The voice was rough and undisguised, resounding in the ears of everyone present:

"These forces don't look like much."

He paused, glanced around, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt:

"They're all so weak and frail. Is there no one left in the human realm?"

It seems the competition in the Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm this time is much less intense than I expected. How boring!

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd below erupted in chaos.

Countless angry gazes were directed at the giant ape clan members, and some hot-blooded young cultivators even gripped their weapons tightly, their veins bulging.

But at this moment, many cultivators dared not speak out against their anger.

After all, the Southern Wilderness Giant Ape Clan has always been known for its formidable fighting power, with its physical strength unparalleled in the demon realm, and it is extremely skilled in close combat.

Moreover, the forces that came this time were extremely powerful. The three leaders alone were all at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm, and their disciples were all quite strong.

The human cultivation forces that have arrived at the Cangming Sea first are all from the Western Continent, which is the closest to this place.

Their strength was already far inferior to that of the Central Continent, and they were no match for the Southern Wilderness Giant Ape Clan. They could only endure for the time being and dared not act rashly.

The middle-aged man from the giant ape tribe looked down at the angry but speechless faces below, and his smile deepened.

He withdrew his gaze, leading his people to a clearing. They made no attempt to conceal themselves, standing there casually, as if to say—

I can stand wherever I want from here.

On Dragon Island, the white-haired old man glanced in the direction of the Giant Ape Clan, his brows furrowing slightly, but he remained silent.

The dragon race and the giant ape race kept to themselves.

As long as they don't take their spots, let them be.

However, someone still stepped forward.

A figure emerged from the crowd, dressed in a gray monk's robe, holding prayer beads, with a kind face.

He was a monk at the seventh level of the semi-divine realm, with a faint Buddhist aura surrounding him and a composed gait.

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken. Although cultivators in the human realm are reserved in their actions, they are by no means weak and frail. Your public humiliation is far too much."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The moment the giant ape man saw the monk, his expression changed from arrogant to disgust, as if he had seen something filthy.

"You bald monk from the Great Wheel Temple, stop your babbling."

He waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly:

"If you're so capable, just fight. What's with all this rambling on and on? Your rhetoric is only good for fooling those lowly cultivators. Don't come here trying to get attention."

The monk Mingxin's smile froze on his face.

The Great Wheel Temple has a history of ten thousand years. In terms of seniority and cultivation, he is a prominent figure among Buddhist cultivators in the entire human realm.

Wherever he goes, he is a respected figure.

But now, in front of all the heroes of the world, he was being humiliated by a giant ape from the demon realm.

Huiming's smile faltered.

The curve of his lips stiffened slightly, and a barely perceptible glint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

I'm angry.

But now, it's not good to make a move.

Firstly, with the Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm about to open, there's no need to waste energy at this time.

Secondly, the Great Wheel Temple is unlikely to be defeated.

He eventually suppressed his anger, turned around and left, not wanting to linger any longer and suffer further humiliation.

The man from the Southern Wilderness Giant Ape Clan sneered as he watched the other man leave in a disheveled state, his tone full of mockery:

"What a coward, a complete waste! He doesn't even have the guts to utter a single word of protest, yet he dares to meddle in other people's business!"

Huiming paused for a moment.

But it only paused for a moment.

He didn't look back and continued flying forward.

The giant ape man withdrew his gaze, looked around, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

He watched all this with satisfaction, about to say something arrogant again.

Sudden.

A sound boomed from the sky.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a majestic aura that seemed to reign supreme over heaven and earth.

Every word was like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of everyone present:

"Does a giant ape from the southern wilderness of the demon realm even deserve to howl and bark in the human realm?"

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The giant ape man's smile froze. He abruptly raised his head and roared in the direction the sound came from:

"Who's there? Show yourself if you dare! You want to fight me? I'll tear your mouth apart!"

No sooner had he finished roaring than an enormous azure dragon phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, blotting out the sun and the heavens, its majestic power sweeping across the entire Cangming Sea, causing the flying ships below to tremble.

The azure dragon blotted out the sky and sun, its body stretching for hundreds of feet, its scales clearly visible, each one gleaming with a faint blue light.

At the center of the Azure Dragon stood a person.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind, his face calm and his gaze indifferent.

He just stood there, not releasing any aura, yet everyone felt an invisible pressure.

Unfathomable.

"The Celestial Sacred Land, the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, Gu Changyuan."

The voice was calm, but just one sentence was enough to frighten the giant ape below into submission. The anger on his face froze instantly, replaced by deep fear.

Over the past decade, the name Gu Changyuan has become renowned not only in the human realm but also in the demon realm.

At the time, countless cultivators were still speculating that the two top forces, the Celestial Holy Land and the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, were founded by two different powerful figures. In the end, they discovered that the leaders of these two forces were actually the same person.

Not only are the disciples under his command all powerful, but his own strength is also terrifyingly high, and no one knows his true level.

All that is known is that a demon cultivator at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm once provoked him, but was crushed to death in one move, without any power to fight back.