A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Immortal Realm

Chapter 718: Ripples

Miao Gao seemed to be in a rather foul mood, and he stepped forward to be examined by the Infernal Inspection Mirror, then strode forward without even taking a glance at the Infernal being.

Right after him came Miao Xiu, whose smile remained unchanged this entire time, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

"It'll be our turn soon, Fellow Daoist Li. What should we do?" Shi Chuankong asked through voice transmission.

"Don't do anything rash, just react as the situation unfolds. If one of us gets exposed, I'll buy us some time, while you use your spatial powers to get us our of here. If worse comes to worst, a battle will most likely be unavoidable, but hopefully it doesn't come to that," Han Li replied through voice transmission.

"I suppose that's all we can do. I must say, you're remarkably calm, given the situation," Shi Chuankong said.

"There's no point in worrying. If you have the time to worry, you may as well think about what you can do if things do go sour," Han Li replied.

Mo Guang remained silent with a faint smile on his face, seemingly completely unperturbed.

At this point, the people of the San Miao Tribe had already completed their identity examinations, and it was Mo Guang's turn.

The Infernal Servant operating the mirror turned slightly so that he could see Mo Guang through the mirror, and a perplexed look appeared on his face as he asked, "What is a Void Integration being like you doing with the San Miao Tribe?"

The elderly Infernal being seated on the black chair turned to Mo Guang upon hearing this.

"I'm serving as a guest elder in the San Miao Tribe. Is that a problem?" Mo Guang asked as he raised an eyebrow.

Before the Infernal Servant had a chance to reply, the elderly Infernal being replied in his stead, "It would certainly be normal for a San Miao being to serve as a guest elder in the Void Integration Tribe, but the opposite is far more uncommon."

Immediately thereafter, he appeared right in front of Mo Guang as if by instantaneous teleportation, and he began to blatantly examine Mo Guang without any modicum of respect.

This man has also mastered the laws of space!

Shi Chuankong's hands had already balled up into tight fists within his sleeves, and Han Li was also feeling a little apprehensive upon seeing this, but his expression remained unchanged.

"I can serve as a guest elder for any tribe that I want. Is your Infernal Tribe the master of the Void Integration Tribe?" Mo Guang asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"Don't forget that you're on the territory of our Infernal Tribe right now," the elderly man said in a cold voice.

"Is this where the Three Region Conference is being held?" Mo Guang asked.

"That's right," the elderly man replied.

"Are there rules stating that Void Integration Tribe guest elders of the San Miao Tribe can't accompany them to the conference?" Mo Guang asked.

The elderly man was silent for a moment, then returned to his chair as he instructed, "Let him through."

One of the Infernal beings beside him hurriedly said with a fawning smile, "There's no need to get mad at him, he's just a wretched Void Integration being who's willingly stooped down to the San Miao Tribe's level."

The elderly man harrumphed coldly in response, then closed his eyes.

The monarchs of the Black Teeth Region didn't feel this interaction to be inappropriate at all, and Miao Gao was even secretly giving Mo Guang a thumbs up, clearly very pleased that he had stood up for them.

Han Li and Shi Chuankong exchanged a glance with each other, following which Han Li stepped forward to the Infernal Servant.

The Infernal Servant peered into Han Li's eyes through his octagonal mirror, and on the outside, Han Li appeared calm and collected, but internally, he was extremely apprehensive, preparing to release his time spirit domain at a moment's notice.

A peculiar look appeared on the Infernal Servant's face as he suddenly said, "Your eyes..."

Han Li's heart immediately sank slightly upon hearing this, yet right as he was about to spring into action, the Infernal Servant continued, "They're a little light in color. Could it be that you're a mix-blood?"

Han Li's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this.

According to the scriptures that he had read, Gray Realm beings who didn't possess pure bloodlines often had abnormalities in their baleful qi, and that resulted in their pupils being lighter or impure in color.

Mix-bloods had always been regarded as lowly beings, and Han Li took advantage of this, adopting an enraged facade as he yelled, "What does that matter to you? If you're done, then hurry up and let me through!"

The Infernal Servant waved him through with a disdainful look on his face.

After being rebuked by Mo Guang, the Infernal Tribe elder was naturally reluctant to examine Han Li in person, particularly after hearing that he was a "mix-blood".

Shi Chuankong stepped up in Han Li's place, and the Infernal Servant turned to him through his octagonal mirror.

"Are you another mix-blood? No, that doesn't seem quite right..." the Infernal Servant murmured to himself.

"What's wrong?" the slightly chubby Infernal being asked as he approached the Infernal Servant.

"This man's eyes are a little strange, Elder Yin Shan," the infernal servant hurriedly replied.

"Let me take a look," Elder Yin Shan said.

His cultivation base was far superior to the Infernal Servant's, so if he were to conduct an examination in person, then Shi Chuankong's cover would most likely be blown.

"Get ready, Fellow Daoist Shi, Fellow Daoist Mo Guang," Han Li said through voice transmission, and he was already bracing himself for the imminent battle.

A serious look had also appeared on Mo Guang's face, and Shi Chuankong was also preparing himself to summon that silver lute at a moment's notice.

Miao Xiu was standing behind Han Li and Mo Guang, and a peculiar feeling suddenly welled up in her heart. It seemed to her like their demeanors had completely shifted.

Right at this moment, a disdainful voice rang out.

"I didn't know maggots from the Black Teeth Region were entitled to attend the Three Region Conference! This is not your little Tamda Festival, don't you feel embarrassed coming here?"

Everyone's attention was drawn in that direction, and Yin Shan also stopped what he was doing.

Shi Chuankong heaved an internal sigh of relief, and he turned to discover a giant azure ape that was over twenty feet tall, clad in a suit of black armor. He was holding a black spear as he swaggered along, and there were close to a hundred foreign beings behind him, all of whom were also walking along in an arrogant fashion.

All of the people from the Black Teeth Region immediately gathered before them.

"I thought I heard some barking, turns out it's the stray dogs from the Nirarbuda Region," Monarch Lu Hong chuckled.

The azure ape was furious to hear this, and he thrust his spear straight at Lu Hong without any warning.

His attack was extremely measured, and a beam of incredibly compact gray light shot out of the tip of his spear, affecting no one else in the area as it hurtled directly toward Lu Hong's glabella.

Only then did Han Li discover that the azure ape was a mid-High Zenith cultivator, and judging from the baleful qi erupting out his body, he seemed to be even more formidable than the Black Teeth Regional Monarch. He was striking with the intent to kill, and if his attack were to land, then Lu Hong would at least be severely wounded, if not killed on the spot.

Right at this moment, the Black Teeth Regional Monarch intervened, flying through the air before raising a hand to summon a circular black shield, which clashed against the beam of gray light.

A dull thump rang out as the beam of gray light exploded, and the force of the explosion forced the Black Teeth Regional Monarch back a step.

"What are you doing, Wu Chongshan? Do you want our two regions to battle it out here?" the Black Teeth Regional Monarch asked in a cold voice.

As he was speaking, he took a glance at the Infernal Tribe elder seated on the black chair out of his peripheral vision, only to discover that the elder was resting with his eyes closed, paying no heed to the unfolding conflict.

Yin Shan was also clearly not going to intervene, and the Black Teeth Regional Monarch's heart sank slightly upon seeing this.

"Mu Yi, who was the one that killed my nephew during the battle at Wave Edge Lake? Hand him over, and I won't pursue this matter any further," Wu Chongshan demanded.

Miao Gao reflexively took a glance at Mo Guang upon hearing this, only to find that he was standing off to the side as if he were watching a good show, displaying no fear, but also no intention to step forward.

"He deserved to die for attacking our Black Teeth Region," Mu Yi replied with a cold sneer.

At this point, all of the people gathered at the city gates had converged to watch the unfolding conflict, and the situation had become very chaotic.

With the attention diverted away from him, Shi Chuankong took the opportunity to sneak over to Han Li's side.

Wu Chongshan's expression darkened even further upon hearing this, and it seemed that a battle was inevitable.

"Fellow Daoist Mo Guang, if things continue to escalate, more powerful figures could arrive on the scene, and that could prove to be very troublesome for us," Han Li said through voice transmission.

Thus, Mo Guang stepped forward as he declared, "I killed him. What are you going to do about it?"

At the same time, a mid-High Zenith Stage aura erupted out of his body, and Wu Chongshan's expression changed drastically upon seeing this.

He had thought that Mu Yi was the only High Zenith cultivators in the entire Black Teeth Region, but another had suddenly popped up out of nowhere, and his aura wasn't any less formidable than Wu Chongshan's own.

However, with so many people watching, he couldn't just back down, so he strode forward as he prepared to attack Mo Guang, and all of the other beings from the Nirarbuda Region were also gearing up for battle.

A faint smile appeared on Mo Guang's face, and his lower body was already beginning to transform into black mist.

A battle was on the verge of erupting.