Fate of the Immortals and Demons

Chapter 390 Cyclone Passage

Seeing that Mo Hei remained silent in contemplation, the chieftain of the Volcano Tribe paused, then asked:

"Young friend Mo, did you really drift here from the spatial storm?"

Mo Hei paused for a moment, then replied in a very sincere tone:

"To be honest, I was caught up in a great battle and fell into a spatial rift, whereupon I was unfortunately caught in a spatial storm..."

Before Mo Hei could finish speaking with a sincere expression, the chieftain of the Volcano tribe interrupted him directly:

"If anyone asks, it's best if you don't reveal your origins, as it's simply impossible. Unless, of course, you have a great secret to keep to yourself."

"oh!?"

A hint of surprise flashed undisguised in his dark eyes.

Just as he was about to ask again, the little evil dragon hidden in the Dragon Pill Cave Heaven transmitted its voice at the opportune moment:

“Young Mo, this old man is right. You should know that with your cultivation at the Foundation Establishment stage, if you were to find yourself in a spatial rift, you would have no chance of survival. What’s more, it’s a spatial storm that would surely kill you.”

"So it really is like that?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Hei couldn't help but subconsciously recall being forcibly taken away by Ying Xuwei in the past.

He had been caught in a spatial rift within that spatial passage, yet remained unharmed, which must be related to that mysterious person.

The reason I was able to safely end up in this desolate region must be because we share some similarities.

Thinking of this, Mo Hei immediately stood up and bowed deeply to the chieftain of the Volcano tribe, who was seated as host and guest, saying:

"Thank you for your kind words, Chieftain. But I wonder, how do we, as outsiders, manage to reach your esteemed place?"

The chieftain of the Volcano tribe smiled, looking at the humble and polite Mo Hei with great satisfaction, seeing him as a promising young man. He raised his hand in greeting:

"Young friend Mo, please take a seat. If it weren't for your help in saving my friend's orphan, I wouldn't have kindly offered this advice. Since you've already inquired, you can simply say that you arrived earlier through the cyclone passage after some time."

"A cyclone passage!?"

Mo Hei looked at the smiling chieftain of the Volcano Tribe with a slightly questioning gaze, his expression full of confusion.

Seeing this, Tuna, who was also present in the clan hall, spoke up at the opportune moment, surprisingly asking in return:

"Fellow Daoist Mo, have you ever seen a giant cloud formation resembling a spinning top above a desolate land covered with remains?"

Upon hearing this question, Mohei immediately recalled it and nodded, saying:

"To be honest, the place where we arrived was a desolate land full of remains, and there was indeed a vortex of mist above it."

Tuna couldn't help but exchange a glance with the chief of the volcano tribe, who sat high above, before speaking:

"As Fellow Daoist Mo can see, those are the cyclone channels scattered throughout the desolate region. Whenever they open, cultivators from the immortal and demon realms come to the desolate region."

"So... how long will it take to open?"

Mo Hei seemed to understand something, and hesitated before asking.

The chieftain of the volcano tribe smiled bitterly and said:

"Judging from this, it seems that young friend Mo really knows nothing about this extraterrestrial battlefield. No wonder he told the truth about how he came to this domain."

"Very well, this old man has no problem speaking freely. This desolate region is divided into eight wastelands, and is only the tip of the iceberg of the outer battlefield."

At this point, the chieftain of the Volcano tribe paused slightly, as if gathering his thoughts, and continued to explain in a concise manner:

"This gives a glimpse into the vastness of this extraterrestrial battlefield. Consequently, the opening time varies for cultivators from different realms of immortals and demons."

"It opens every hundred years, and is only for those in the Foundation Establishment or Demonic Qi Realm; it opens every thousand years, and is only for those in the Core Formation or Demonic Path Realm; it opens every ten thousand years, and is only for those in the Nascent Soul or Demonic Fiend Realm, and so on..."

After listening for quite some time, Mo Hei finally spoke and asked:

"If what the clan leader said is true, doesn't that mean that every hundred, thousand, or even tens of thousands of years, this desolate region will welcome cultivators of different realms?"

Tuna shook his head and rejected the idea, saying:

"Fellow Daoist Mo should know that this place is an extraterritorial battlefield, the most desolate area at the bottom. Therefore, it only opens every hundred years and welcomes demonic cultivators at the demonic energy realm, or Foundation Establishment cultivators like Fellow Daoist Mo."

"Is that so?"

Mo Hei, however, suddenly had an epiphany, gaining a general understanding of this extraterrestrial battlefield. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he abruptly stood up, blurting out:

"So that means that every hundred years, demonic cultivators from the Demon Realm will inevitably arrive in this desolate region, is that right?"

"If not for this, why would there be any need for the extraterrestrial battlefield? It is naturally the preferred battlefield for the clash between immortals and demons!"

The chieftain of the volcano tribe affirmed this firmly, then softened his tone and continued:

"Therefore, whenever this extraterrestrial battlefield opens, it is always filled with war, resulting in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, all for the sake of seizing opportunities and improving cultivation."

"So, big brother, you'll also be entering this extraterrestrial battlefield then, right?"

Having heard this, Mo Hei had no desire to stay any longer. If what he said was true, he would do everything in his power to protect Ding Yubai and ensure his survival in this war between immortals and demons, where it was either him or her.

"What opportunity is the clan leader referring to?"

Having made up his mind, Mo Hei now knows that only by becoming stronger can he protect himself and others.

"Young friend Mo, you have already made a great start in this region. Why rush things and risk danger by venturing alone into the secret realm of opportunity?"

The chieftain of the Volcano tribe, having already discerned Mo Hei's intentions, kindly rose to offer advice:

"According to my estimation, it will take about another six months for this cyclone channel to gradually open."

Before that, why doesn't Young Friend Mo take the lead and exchange for useful items in advance, just in case?

Upon hearing this, Mo Hei suddenly understood. It would be another six months before the passage to this region would open.

This is similar to playing an online game. If you enter the game six months in advance, you should naturally have exclusive access to the resources.

Upon realizing this, the man with the jet-black hair bowed deeply in gratitude and said:

“The clan chief is right. If that is the case, does the nobleman have anything to exchange for it? I will certainly exchange it for its equivalent.”

"Young Mo, be careful not to be fooled."

The Candle Dragon Spirit Fire, which was also closely monitoring the situation in the Dragon Pill Cave, couldn't help but send a warning through divine sense.

"It's alright, Fire Dragon. With the two of us keeping watch in the shadows, this old guy won't get away with it."

The little evil dragon originally lived in the Central Continent of the Earth Spirit Realm. In the Eagle Sorrow Gorge of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, he made a living by robbing people on the road for many years, and could be described as a bandit.

"Indeed, young Mo, never trade useless things indiscriminately."

After a moment's thought, Zhulong Linghuo gave his approval.

The chieftain of the Volcano tribe was overjoyed to see that Mo Hei readily agreed.

Although cultivators from all realms of immortals and demons will gather in this region in six months, there is no doubt that a bloody storm will ensue.

Once war breaks out, trying to make a deal with these bloodthirsty cultivators is like an old man hanging himself to death.

If this Foundation Establishment cultivator who claims to have come from a spatial storm is telling the truth, he must have a way to protect himself and hide.

Secondly, although this person was alone and only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he was weak and outnumbered.

Since they dared to accept the invitation, they must have some resources and not be afraid of being repaid with ingratitude or being put in danger.

It was precisely because of this that when the chieftain of the volcano tribe learned that Tuna had told him the truth...

Mo Hei single-handedly defeated the entire Stone Mountain tribe, which I sincerely admire.

It seems that the chieftain of the volcano tribe is well aware of the principle of keeping the benefits within the family.

Perhaps to demonstrate their sincerity in the transaction, the chief of the Volcano tribe personally took out some of the tribe's most prized possessions.

"I wonder if my young friend Mo has the discerning eye to recognize the value of these five types of artifacts?"

It was quite a while before the chief of the volcano tribe returned, followed by five young girls from the tribe, each carrying an item.

Upon hearing this, Mohei stopped chatting with Tuna in the hall and got up to look in the direction of the voice.

There were five items: a mineral crystal, a piece of dead wood, an ancient book, a piece of bone fragment, and an array plate.

"We've struck gold! We've struck gold! I never imagined that this godforsaken, barren battlefield would contain such a treasure. No wonder cultivators from all realms, from immortals to demons, would flock here risking their lives every thousand years when it opens."

Before Mo Hei could finish examining everything carefully, the little evil dragon hidden in the Dragon Pill Cave Heaven was overjoyed and sent a telepathic message.

"Old friend, calm down, calm down. Don't forget your identity. You are a powerful and influential dragon god."

Then, the Candle Dragon Spirit Fire, also hidden in the Dragon Pill Cave, spoke calmly and soothingly, seemingly detached from worldly affairs. Then, its tone shifted, and it gave Mo Hei a death order:

"Young Mo, whether you resort to blatant robbery, theft, coercion, or bribery, you must use any means necessary to get your hands on these five items, not a single one of them."

"This……"

Mo Hei felt a wave of shame. If it were Cai Die who hadn't died yet, and he hadn't repented or changed his ways, he would have been exactly what Mo Hei wanted. He would have cheated and swindled her to take her away by force.

Now, judging from Mo Hei's actions at the Dragon Soul Ruins, even at the cost of revealing the secrets of the spirits of heaven and earth and thus bringing about his own death, rather than indiscriminately killing the innocent, it is clear that he has turned over a new leaf.

But upon seeing these five items, Mo Hei suddenly blushed and covered his forehead with his hand. The chieftain of the Volcano tribe clearly misunderstood, and with a smile, he comforted him, saying:

"Since you, young friend Mo, know nothing about this extraterrestrial battlefield, it is understandable that you are not very familiar with these unearthed battlefield relics."

"Please do not hesitate to offer your guidance."

Mo Hei then took the opportunity to ask questions without shame, adopting a humble attitude of seeking advice.

The chieftain of the Volcano tribe, seeing this, was very pleased and immediately introduced them one by one:

"This is a crystal of the Desolate Darkness Ore. Don't underestimate it just because it's only the size of a fist. It actually weighs over a thousand pounds. If my deduction is correct, the value of this small crystal of the Desolate Darkness Ore is equivalent to the total value of an entire Desolate Darkness Ore mine."

Then, the little evil dragon transmitted its thoughts telepathically:

"Young Mo, this old man is right. Not to mention that the Desolate Darkness Ore is highly sought after in the Underworld, this is a crystal of the Desolate Darkness Ore. Even in the Immortal Realm, it would be a hot commodity. It is an excellent auxiliary material for refining natal magic weapons."