I Pick up a Lost Godhood

With that, the Mengg Lord’s imposing figure sat back down.

The Desire Spirit sized Lin Jinghao up from head to toe. "They couldn’t make you stay?"

Lin Jinghao gazed at the Desire Spirit with a grin. "They weren’t as beautiful as you. Otherwise, I really might have stayed behind."

At that moment, in the Wine Demon clan’s Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat, naked women lay strewn about in disarray.

One could never pass this trial without extraordinary willpower. Sometimes, the most lethal threats weren’t direct attacks.

The Demon Race was testing the intruding Cultivators, but the trials came in many forms, not just combat.

The others didn’t know what the "Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat" was, but it clearly wasn’t a simple place. The Pure Land was vast, and everyone who came was an expert. If they chose to avoid such places, the Demon Race could do little to stop them. But obviously, some people had no intention of doing so, treating their journey like a day trip through the Pure Land.

However, some people truly had been left behind.

Lin Jinghao walked over to Mingren, who had clearly been staring at a stone pillar for a long time. The others had looked as well, but all they saw were meaningless patterns and quickly lost interest.

Yet when Lin Jinghao stood there, he too became motionless.

The two Cultivators representing the pinnacle of humanity were now both captivated by the patterns. Realizing something was afoot, the others all turned to examine the pillars nearest to them.

Jii Wanli’s heart tightened. ’That’s right, the Pure Land wouldn’t put something like this here for no reason. Could there be a hint in this Holy Hall?’

Jii Wanli grew serious, meticulously observing the patterns. When the others saw his intensity, they were alarmed. ’Could a secret be hidden here???’

It had to be said that when everyone sprang into action, not even the members of the Dragon Race could contain their curiosity.

After a while, Lin Jinghao yawned. "These drawings are really ugly."

Mingren smiled. "They are."

After saying that, he stopped looking. Lin Jinghao also stopped looking, stretched, and said, "I’m going to take a nap."

And just like that, he actually leaned against the pillar and started snoring.

Instantly, everyone felt they had been played. The Desire Spirit couldn’t help but chuckle. "If this Holy Hall held some profound secret, do you think they’d let you all just wander in?"

"Mingren, what were you looking at for so long?" someone finally couldn’t help but ask.

"I was resting. I wasn’t paying attention."

The Holy Hall instantly fell silent. The Cultivators, who had been on pins and needles just moments before, felt an urge to cough up blood. ’What the hell was all that about?’

Only the Desire Spirit’s giggles echoed in the Holy Hall, her body trembling with laughter. Her snowy white and firm magnificent breasts jiggled. Honestly, humans really didn’t have such a stunning figure. It truly attracted the gazes of many, like the Ghost Crown Prince Wu Wang, who wished he could swallow the Desire Spirit in one gulp. ’When I become the Master of Star Alliance, I’ll definitely choose my concubines from the Demon Race!’

In the final wave, the members of the Holy Hall arrived: Hu Jing, Zhang Xiaojiang, Suo Ming, and Zhou Qian. They had certainly faced some difficulties, and it had taken them longer, but they arrived safe and sound. Hu Jing hadn’t aimed for speed, but for stability.

The arrival of the Holy Hall Beings was quite a shock; no other Sect had so many people. But Wang Meng still hadn’t arrived.

Fan Hong, who had already arrived, immediately walked over. "Where’s Wang Meng? Why isn’t he here yet? Time is almost up."

Hu Jing looked into the distance. "He’ll be here soon."

Sure enough, not long after, a figure appeared in the distance. Wang Meng was the last to arrive.

"What took you so long? I thought you weren’t going to make it," Fan Hong said with a laugh.

As soon as Wang Meng arrived, he immediately became the center of attention. Mingren’s demeanor changed perceptibly; it seemed that in his eyes, only Wang Meng was a worthy opponent. Everyone else was... just background decoration.

Lin Jinghao woke up and stretched lazily. "I thought I was the only one who liked to fool around. You’re even worse than me."

Wang Meng smiled. "That’s not very kind of you. You went to the Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat and didn’t even leave any good wine. Luckily, the Wine Demon’s stock is plentiful. Here’s a bottle for you."

As he spoke, he tossed over a wine bottle. On one side was carved the character for "wine," and on the other, the character for "demon."

The Desire Spirit wasn’t paying attention at first, but then her pupils suddenly dilated. "That’s the Wine Demon’s private reserve! How did you get that!!!"

"The Demon Race is very hospitable, I like them a lot. Linglong, Old Tu is also fond of this drink. This bottle is for him."

He tossed it to Linglong. Just as everyone expected the Dragon Princess to fly into a rage, Linglong simply reached out, caught the bottle, and put it away.

Everyone was stunned. ’The Dragon Race... aren’t they usually harder to deal with?’

Old Tu? Who’s Old Tu?

Could it be... Dragon Emperor Tu Mu?

The sky darkened. Only thirty-two people remained. The other eighteen would probably not make it. Night fell, but the Holy Hall began to radiate light. Beneath the great hall, a massive array formation started to glow, followed by a beam of light that shot straight up toward the city in the sky.

Everyone’s figures slowly ascended. The battle for the Pure Land was about to begin.

「Meanwhile」

In the five great cities of the Great Yuan Realm, the lights were so bright it was like day. Tens of thousands of Cultivators were gathered in the main squares of each city. They knew the Battle of the Other Shore had officially begun, and that eighteen people had already been eliminated in the first wave.

It was truly a great pity. They had fought so hard to enter the Pure Land, only to stumble at the final step.

The eighteen who didn’t make it, whether detained by the Demon Race or simply failing to arrive in time, would all be sent back.

Starlight City was packed to the brim. The majority of the Holy Hall Disciples were there. They were nervous, extremely nervous, uncontrollably so. The battles hadn’t even begun, and they didn’t even know when it would be the Holy Hall Beings’ turn, but everyone was already on edge.

As Wang Meng and the others ascended, the squares in the five great cities also burst with radiant light. Within the pillars of light, the figures of the thirty-two contestants were clearly displayed.

The disciples of every Sect widened their eyes, searching for their representatives. Eighteen people had been eliminated. Some cheered, some were dejected, some cursed, and some applauded.

Wang Meng and the others arrived in the Pure Land—or more accurately, they appeared on an enormous Dueling Platform. There were thirty-two seats arranged around it, each marked with one of their names.

A figure materialized in the center of the Dueling Platform. The old man wore a smile. "Welcome, Cultivators from far and wide, to the Pure Land. I will be presiding over the upcoming Battle of the Other Shore."

Instantly, all five cities erupted, because the old man before them was the Master of Star Dream, Vast Sea!

Vast Sea, one of the Four Greats.

"For the sake of fairness, I have also invited two witnesses."

Two more figures appeared: the Empress of the Demon Race, Liao Qingqiu, and the Emperor of the Dragon Race, Tu Mu.

Three of the four greatest experts in the Cultivation Realm had appeared.

Countless people cheered. These legends had remained hidden in stories for too long. No one had ever expected to have a chance to see their true faces.

The Master of Star Dream, Vast Sea, looked ancient, yet his every move carried the authority of the world’s most powerful individual—the supreme existence.

Dragon Emperor Tu Mu, the emperor of emperors, the most prideful existence.

The Lord of Pure Land, Liao Qingqiu, Empress of the Demon Race. There was not a trace of "demonic" aura about her; she was more like a Goddess.

Just then, a loud BANG echoed from the sky. A middle-aged man with the bearing of a celestial immortal appeared in the void. On his Daoist robe was a dazzling character: "Extreme."

"How could I miss out on something this fun?"

Vast Sea chuckled. "Daoist friend Yellow Springs, I knew you would come even without an invitation. Join us as a witness."

Yellow Springs laughed heartily. "Of course. Otherwise, you’d be free to deceive all the Cultivators in the world."

The newcomer’s identity was obvious: the Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable, Yellow Springs!

All four of the Cultivation Realm’s greatest powerhouses were now present. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)