Demon Sealing City

Yi Feng.

Had already set out on the road to Sealed Demon City.

He showed the map drawn by Evil Wolf to the automatic navigation system, Man Man, then settled onto its back.

A man and a snail sped off together.

Before long, Yi Feng finally arrived at Sealed Demon City.

Compared to Demon City, Sealed Demon City was much smaller, and Evil Wolf hadn’t lied to him—the moment Yi Feng stepped inside, countless demonic creatures lunged at him.

Yi Feng welcomed his demise with joy.

His face brimmed with excitement.

Yet as time passed, his enthusiasm visibly waned, his expression darkening.

Though the city teemed with demonic creatures, not a single one posed any real threat to his life.

Still, he refused to give up hope.

Just like humans, most were ordinary, while true experts remained rare.

Clutching this belief, he comforted himself as he scoured the city for every last demonic creature.

Two days later, when the final ferocious-looking fiend was crushed beneath his foot and not a single demon remained in sight, he reluctantly accepted that his suicide mission had failed.

Meanwhile.

Outside Sealed Demon City.

A small team advanced with unwavering focus—four men and one woman, their eyes sharp with vigilance.

Three zhang above their heads, faint ripples shimmered, as though some formation was at work.

“We’re about to enter the city,” the sole woman in the group muttered nervously, swallowing hard.

The other four nodded, their nerves taut, breaths quickening.

Far away in the Heavenly Domain.

A crowded square.

Formations encircled the space, while five enormous screens hovered above the open area.

The crowd held their breath, eyes locked onto the screens.

Clearly.

These formations were linked to the ones above the five explorers, allowing the spectators to witness their surroundings in real time.

In the Heavenly Domain, this was nothing unusual.

The birth of the Mist Demons had plunged ninety percent of Cloud Star into ruin, yet it also brought untold riches.

Everything within the fallen lands had become ownerless.

For the major factions, scavenging for treasures and lost legacies within the mist had become routine.

But while opportunities abounded, the dangers were no joke—those who ventured in rarely made it out alive, and the dead couldn’t share what they’d seen.

Thus, this formation was born.

Even if the explorers perished, those outside could still glean valuable clues.

Logically, no one would willingly enter such perilous zones—but exceptions existed.

Some were thrill-seeking cultivators.

Others were death-row convicts, promised freedom if they returned alive.

And then there were those lured by extravagant rewards.

The cost of exploring different forbidden mist zones varied.

Ninth-grade zones were the simplest—though the death rate remained high, survivors occasionally emerged.

Eighth-grade zones were far deadlier; few returned unscathed, and those who did were usually Dao Mirror experts with formidable self-preservation skills.

Seventh-grade zones? Among countless experts who had ventured in, only one had ever returned—and he’d gone mad, haunted by unspeakable horrors.

As for the sole sixth-grade zone, it was a realm of pure terror—no one had ever walked out alive.

The five explorers now approaching Sealed Demon City were entering a seventh-grade zone. Previous attempts had ended in disaster—teams were slaughtered before even glimpsing the city walls.

This time, however, several Heavenly Domain factions had pooled their resources to assemble this team. Whether by luck or fate, they’d made it to the gates without encountering a single demon.

Putting this team together hadn’t been easy.

The woman had been promised unrestricted access to the great sects’ treasure vaults if she returned.

Three of the men were hardened criminals, gambling their lives for a shot at freedom.

The last member? A true oddity—he’d volunteered, demanded no reward, and his origins were unknown.

Now, the five crept cautiously toward the city gates.

To their shock, the gates stood slightly ajar.

And on the pitch-black, unnaturally heavy doors—crafted from some unknown material—was a footprint, sunk a finger’s depth into the surface.

Clearly left by a human kick.

“The gates… they’re open.”

“And this footprint—it’s human, isn’t it?”

“Does that mean someone kicked these doors open?”

The team exchanged stunned murmurs.

Back in the distant square, the crowd erupted in gasps.

“This clue is monumental.”

“Who could’ve left that footprint?”

“Has someone else successfully infiltrated this seventh-grade zone?”

“Regardless, this discovery is unprecedented.”

Even the faction leaders overseeing the expedition voiced their astonishment.

The footprint was puzzling, but the team had no time to dwell.

Even if this path led to death, they had no choice—turning back meant forfeiting their rewards.

The woman pushed against the gates with both hands, yet they didn’t budge.

Her eyes widened.

She was a Dao Mirror expert—how could she fail to move a mere door?

“Let me try,” one of the convicts growled.

Channeling his full power as a Dao Mirror cultivator, he strained—but the gates remained immovable.

“I’ll help.”

“All together.”

The other two men joined in, pouring their strength into the effort.

The woman added her force once more.

Yet even with four Dao Mirrors pushing in unison, the gates stood firm.

“What…?”

“What kind of door is this?!”

The square buzzed with disbelief—how could multiple Dao Mirrors fail to open a gate?

Then—creak.

The gates swung open.

Silence.

Then uproar.

“Heavens! That last man opened it alone!”

“Who is he?”

“This guy… he’s not normal.”

“Just what is his deal?”

The faction leaders shot to their feet, eyes locked onto the fifth team member.

While the others had struggled, he’d merely extended a hand—and the gates yielded.

His teammates stared at him, awestruck.

With a cryptic smile, he stepped forward, leading the way into the city.

The four of them had no time to marvel at the sight. Seeing him step inside, they quickly followed suit.