Cultivating To Immortality

Upon entering the city, Fang Hong strolled along the streets, his gaze sweeping around, taking in the unique atmosphere and culture of this demon race city.

The streets here were wide and flat, with Demonic Cultivators coming and going, dressed in various clothes.

Although most of their faces still bore the characteristics of beast folk, their every movement exuded a nimbleness and quick-wittedness no different from the Human.

The shops lining both sides of the street were also quite bustling, but compared to human cities, the variety of shops here was much more limited.

Most of the shops sold spiritual artifacts or materials, with only occasional talisman shops and apothecaries, which were rare and uncommon.

As Fang Hong was leisurely browsing, a bright red tall tower at the end of the street ahead slowly came into his view.

This red tower was about forty to fifty zhang tall, divided into four layers, entirely crimson, with countless Demon Beast patterns carved into its body, each in a different pose, as if alive.

Faintly, waves of Treasure Light emanated from it, giving off a heavy and mysterious sense of oppression.

Fang Hong's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but stop, gazing at the red tower from afar.

He learned from the Black Bear Old Ancestor's memory that this red tower was named the Myriad Beasts Tower.

It was said to be a Treasure left behind by an extremely ancient and powerful Demonic God a hundred thousand years ago.

The tower likely hid the inheritance and Treasure Trove of that Demonic God, making it the most talked-about relic in the entire Phoenix Domain.

Fang Hong also learned that the Myriad Beasts Tower only opened once every two hundred years.

As long as one's bone age did not exceed five hundred years, they could enter to undergo the trials, regardless of their cultivation level.

If one could reach the fourth layer, there was a chance to obtain the Demonic God's inheritance.

However, in the Black Bear Old Ancestor's memory, over these tens of thousands of years, no expert had ever successfully reached the fourth layer.

Even among the powerful Divine Beast clans like the Phoenix Race, none of their younger generation had been able to achieve it.

To this day, the best record was stopping at the third layer, and that person was a Phoenix Race expert named Feng Qing.

It is said that Feng Qing was exceptionally talented in his youth, and at the peak of the Void Refining, he successfully broke through to the third layer, causing a sensation at the time.

Now, Feng Qing has long become the youngest Grand Elder of the Phoenix Race, and has even advanced to become a Mahayana Old Ancestor, holding an extraordinary status.

The Myriad Beasts Tower was laid with a restriction by the Demonic God, and each person could only enter once in their lifetime; if they failed the tower challenge, they would completely lose the chance to challenge it again.

If not for this, with Feng Qing's talent, perhaps he would have succeeded long ago if he had challenged it a few more times.

As Fang Hong was pondering, a few conversations suddenly came from the side of the street.

"Hey, I heard the Myriad Beasts Tower is opening in ten days. Are you going to challenge it?"

"I want to, but registration requires one hundred thousand spirit stones. Where would I get that? Why don't you lend me some?"

"Me? Haha, do I look like I have spare money? Forget one hundred thousand spirit stones, I can't even gather thirty thousand."

"Then there's no helping it. We can only go watch the fun."

The speakers were two dog-headed Demonic Cultivators, and their words carried a hint of regret.

The opportunity to challenge the tower was rare, but the one hundred thousand spirit stone entrance fee became an insurmountable problem for most Demonic Cultivators.

Fang Hong's heart stirred when he heard their conversation. The Myriad Beasts Tower was opening in ten days? It seemed his luck was good.

Fang Hong immediately decided to challenge the Myriad Beasts Tower; perhaps another opportunity awaited him.

Afterward, Fang Hong collected his thoughts, slowly walked away, and continued to browse around the city.

He observed the various arrangements within the city while also looking for anything useful.

At the same time, he specifically visited several taverns, taking advantage of the banquets to inquire about news of various Demonic Kings.

…

Ten days passed in a flash.

In the early morning, Fang Hong walked out of a tavern and, following the crowd, headed straight for the square where the Myriad Beasts Tower was located.

Before long, Fang Hong had arrived at the square where the Myriad Beasts Tower was located.

The area around the tower was already bustling with people, with Demonic Cultivators of various races gathered together, from small Demonic in the Qi Refinement Stage to Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and even Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators, all present in considerable numbers.

The scene was spectacular and grand.

Inside the square, Phoenix Race disciples stood ready, surrounding the Myriad Beasts Tower in layers.

According to past rules, to challenge the Myriad Beasts Tower, one had to pay one hundred thousand spirit stones to the Phoenix Race; otherwise, entry was not permitted.

Although the demons present were unwilling, no one dared to protest.

After all, this was the Phoenix Race's territory, and they were the undisputed Dominators.

Anyone who dared to offend them would surely face swift suppression.

"Those who wish to challenge the Myriad Beasts Tower can line up to pay and register. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to approach; maintain order, or you will be expelled."

In mid-air, a Divine Transformation Stage Phoenix Race Elder stood, his voice resounding across the entire square.

Soon, the Demonic Cultivators below began to split.

The square was gradually divided into two areas: one was the bustling viewing area, where dense crowds of Demonic Cultivators squeezed together, discussing animatedly.

The other was the registration area, orderly and well-arranged.

The number of registrants was not large, totaling only a few hundred.

After all, not everyone could casually produce one hundred thousand spirit stones.

Most of these registrants were in the Nascent Soul Stage, and there were also more than ten Divine Transformation Stage Demonic Cultivators.

Fang Hong scanned the area but did not yet see any Void Refining Demonic Cultivators.

It made sense; the Myriad Beasts Tower stipulated that only those with a bone age not exceeding five hundred years could enter.

To cultivate to the Void Refining Stage within five hundred years was quite difficult for Demonic Beasts; aside from a few Divine Beast clans, few could achieve it.

Fang Hong remained composed and walked to the end of the line, patiently waiting.

After a while, it was finally Fang Hong's turn.

The person responsible for registration was a cold-faced Phoenix Race disciple.

His tone was brief and stiff.

"Spirit stones, name, cultivation, where do you live?"

Fang Hong raised an eyebrow slightly, asking with a hint of doubt, "Do I need to register my address too?"

"Indeed. If you don't want to register, you can leave; don't obstruct our work." The Phoenix Race disciple's tone was icy, with a touch of impatience.

With that, he waved his hand, his gaze coldly sweeping over Fang Hong.

Fang Hong was speechless inwardly, secretly muttering.

This Phoenix Race harbors ill intentions, even inquiring about others' residences; they probably have other motives.

Fang Hong's expression remained calm as he said faintly, "Xiong Er, Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, resides in Black Wind Ridge."

He casually made up a false identity and at the same time took out a storage bag and handed it over.

The Phoenix Race disciple scanned it with his Divine Sense, confirmed the spirit stones were correct, and only then did his cold expression soften slightly.

He casually inscribed Fang Hong's name, cultivation, and appearance on a jade slip, then coldly instructed, "Stand aside and wait for the opening."

Fang Hong walked to the side, crossed his arms, and stood quietly among the crowd, patiently waiting for the Myriad Beasts Tower to open.

Fang Hong didn't pay much attention to the Phoenix Race's identity registration, as all the information he registered was false.

Even if the Phoenix Race wanted to investigate something in the future, they wouldn't find any trace of him.