"If that's the case, then I don't need to help you. We'll set off at noon tomorrow, but before noon, the disciples can fight over eight slots to enter together."
"Only eight?"
"You still think that's too few? Eight ordinary disciples, eighteen Hall Masters and Elders in the Divine Condensation Realm, and nine Supreme Elders in the Divinity Transformation Realm—our Holy Temple's quota is already generous enough. Any more, and I'm afraid the other Immortal Sects on the Nine Heavens Continent will kick up a fuss."
Li Jinlian spelled it out clearly. From her words, Yang Fan also understood a bit: this Netherworld Forbidden Land seemed different from the forbidden grounds he'd entered before. This place actually restricted how many people each Sect could send in.
Although he still didn't know the reason for now, Yang Fan believed there had to be some crucial factor in there affecting the Nine Heavens Continent.
