Time, this fickle thing, is like a woman's clothing; always stealthily diminishing without notice.

Five days blinked by, and Tang Rao didn't even feel like he had done much, except curing Yan Qianqian's illness, and then cultivating, cultivating...

Anyway, at this moment, at 6:30 a.m., Zeng Yan was already standing in his room, still as a statue.

"Once you're ready, let's go. We aim to reach the Nine-Headed King Hall within three days, I have some matters to attend to there," Zeng Yan said to Tang Rao, who was still in bed.

"Holy shit... It's only 6:30 a.m., does it have to be this early?" Tang Rao's head was still in a fog.

That midlife crisis of not sleeping well is your problem, I've always had good sleep, okay!

Although... it's not like it makes much of a difference if I don't sleep.

Zeng Yan didn't say anything more, just gazed at Tang Rao.

Watching him get out of bed, watching him get dressed, watching him with a disgruntled face muttering complaints...

At 7:30, Zeng Yan, leading the way, and Tang Rao, driving the car, embarked on the road to Nine-Headed King Hall.

Just getting there would take three days, Tang Rao reckoned... the Nine-Headed King Hall must be hidden in some godforsaken place where not even ox carts can reach.

But... Tang Rao was wrong.

The Nine-Headed King Hall was neither hiding in some backwater nor in a luxurious metropolis.

It was a spatial fold located atop Blue Star, yet staggered from the original realm.

Only the truly powerful could establish such folded spaces.

And the immensity of this folded space shocked Tang Rao to no end.

Endless vistas, mountains with flowing rivers, forests teeming with flora and fauna; it was a whole other world altogether.

Such an impeccable folded space couldn't possibly be the creation of an ordinary cultivator.

Back in the Seventy-two Domains, despite being a Transcendance Tribulation Stage powerhouse, if Tang Rao were asked to create such a vast folded space, it would be laughable—probably not even one ten-thousandth of a percent likely.

"It seems there really has been an Immortal here," Tang Rao muttered to himself; only this explanation was plausible.

"Tang Rao, what did you say?" Zeng Yan looked over at Tang Rao who had just spoken, but he hadn't heard clearly.

"Uh, nothing, is this the Nine-Headed King Hall?" Tang Rao asked.

"Yes," Zeng Yan nodded. "This space is called the Nine-Headed King Hall, managed jointly by nine sectional heads, corresponding to nine powers."

"The Meng Family is one of them?" Tang Rao was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected that the so-called Nine-Headed King Hall referred to nine different forces.

"Yep," Zeng Yan responded with a hum.

"Alright, from now on, you're on your own. I've given you a map and marked the route for you; reaching there in two days should suffice. You can choose to travel alone or join up with others, it's up to you." Zeng Yan handed a piece of paper to Tang Rao with a map illustrated on it and, without further ado, turned on his heel and dashed away without a trace.

Tang Rao, clutching the map, was speechless.

Zeng Yan, what kind of person are you? Dumping me here all by myself, unfamiliar with the place?

What if I bump into bad people?

What if I end up killing someone who doesn't know better and then their backers turn out to be powerful? Wouldn't that spell trouble for me again?

Damn, what a trap.

"No, I've got to keep a low profile."

"Mhm, can't be too hot-tempered."

"Don't just start fighting and killing at the slightest disagreement."

Tang Rao reminded himself as he walked forward.

"Is this the... gathering place?" Two hours later, following the map, Tang Rao arrived at a place where many people were convening.

The map marked it simply as the "gathering place."

"At least the route is correct," Tang Rao put away the map and proceeded towards the inside of the gathering place.

Tall and short houses were scattered around gracefully; there were quite a number of people, and it seemed lively.

But the composition of the crowd was quite mixed, with Underworlders, Purelanders, and Earthlings all present.

Tang Rao didn't pay much attention to this. What's the big deal? In the Nine Realms and Seventy-two Domains, there are even people of different colors; nothing to be surprised about.

Just different skin colors, that's all...

"Hey, buddy, are you from the Yan Nation?" Tang Rao hadn't walked far when an Underworlder lad came up to him and greeted Tang Rao with his broken Yan language.

"Um... yes, what's up?" Tang Rao nodded and asked.

"Oh my goodness, can I invite you to form a team with us?" The Underworlder lad was excited, and the passersby around them had gleaming eyes.

Tang Rao figured it out; people from the Yan Nation were quite popular here.

"Are you also going to compete?" Tang Rao asked.

"Of course, ninety percent of the people coming here are to join the Battle of the Nine-Headed King." The Underworlder lad immediately said.

"Alright, let's go together then. But it's my first time here, so I might not understand a lot of things." Tang Rao smiled amiably.

"No problem. Oh, and there are three more teammates." The Underworlder lad gestured toward the side.

There was a group of three Underworlder girls, all of them in great shape, tall and slim. They were pretty too. Although Tang Rao preferred girls with fairer skin, he had to admit, these three were rare beauties.

"Hello, I'm Tang Rao." Tang Rao nodded to the three girls.

"Hello, handsome Yan Nation guy."

"You really look stylish."

"He's just my type."

The three Underworlder girls all spoke Yan language, each with a hehehe look on their faces.

Tang Rao: "..."

"Hahaha, Tang Rao, I'm Hassen. These three, the tallest is Oli, the one with dreadlocks is Jessica, and the one with the biggest~ chest is Bo Ya." The Underworlder lad briefly introduced them.

Tang Rao was most impressed by Bo Ya, hmm... because of her chest, it was big! And her name was quite fitting too, Bo Ya, indeed there was a big 'wave'!

"Since you're from the Yan Nation, you should join our team." Suddenly, a voice came through.

Everyone looked over, and Tang Rao also turned slightly.

It was a young man about one meter eighty tall, with an Etzan appearance, speaking with a bit of a capital accent, probably a Yan Nation person.

"I'm Liu Jun, Tang Rao, right? Our team has four Yan Nation people; with you, we'll have five." The young man said to Tang Rao.

His tone was somewhat forceful; though it was an invitation, it sounded more like an order.

Tang Rao never took well to people with an overly high opinion of themselves.

However, considering the principle of restraint and keeping a low profile, Tang Rao still showed a smile: "Sorry, I've already agreed to join Hassen and the others. I can't go back on my word."

Hearing Tang Rao's words, Hassen and the three Underworlder girls all laughed. They had truly been afraid Tang Rao would directly join Liu Jun's team.

After all, they were all Yan Nation people.

"Heh... Idiot..." A short man behind Liu Jun cursed Tang Rao under his breath.

"Forming a team with a bunch of Underworlders, it's just brainless."

"Forget it, Brother Jun, don't bother with this kind of newbie with crossed wires in his brain."

Liu Jun also humphed, his face full of disapproval.

But in the end, he didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Tang Rao watched Liu Jun and the three people beside him with their noses up in the air.

You should be thankful that we're not outside. If you dared to call me an idiot or brainless, you'd believe I'd beat you until you couldn't recognize your own fathers.

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