The Immortal Realm doesn’t look particularly special.
It’s just that the spiritual energy is denser by ten million points, the Great Path is clearer by ten million points, the treasures are more plentiful by ten million points, the absorption of Immortal Spirit Qi is more convenient by ten million points, and there’s an extrely small chance of perceiving the essence of the Great Path during enlightennt.
During a eting, Wang Jixuan couldn’t help but extend his immortal sense to the maximum limit, only to find that the immortal sense of a Sixth Grade Primordial Immortal could only extend twelve hundred miles in the Immortal Realm, and then it was interrupted by spiritual energy fluctuations due to being too thin.
His current immortal sense is about ten tis stronger than his spiritual sense before Crossing Tribulation.
But his exploration distance in the Immortal Realm has actually shrunk.
This realm has existed for ages, nearly boundless, filled with strong beings, and cohabited by the Hundred Races.
Humans are not the supre, sole rulers;
However, humans are also inevitably a dominant race in the Immortal Realm.
—Although in the Immortal Realm, no creature cares about such origins.
"Boss... Boss?"
The call from Peony drew Wang Jixuan back from his immortal sense exploration.
He blinked calmly: "What’s the matter?"
"Everyone’s waiting for you to say a few words," Peony pointed to the conference table.
In the eting room, there were not just the mbers of their small team, but also four or five Mahayana Realm experts who had co with them, with Murong Zhengyi sitting at the end of the table.
Wang Jixuan nodded with a smile, then spoke seriously:
"First, let make one thing clear to everyone, I can stay here for a maximum of three months, after that I must leave.
"This is the Immortal Realm. As for the environnt, you must have known while I was unconscious.
"The news that I saved a group of cultivators and brought them to the Immortal Realm can’t be hidden from various forces, but these forces shouldn’t care too much, after all, it’s just a group of cultivators from the Xu Realm, who, to evade the Dark Sect’s pursuit, ca to the Immortal Realm via ascension.
"However, there will definitely be follow-up investigations, the Dark Sect has suffered a trendous loss this ti, they will not let it go.
"I have a supre elder here, I will ask them to help create a paradise for you all, and I hope you can focus on cultivation and keep a low profile."
An elder hesitated to speak, but was reminded by a fellow next to them with a gesture.
The elder imdiately rembered sothing, turned to look at Murong Zhengyi, and smiled: "Zhengyi, why don’t you tell what we’ve been discussing lately."
"Alright."
Murong Zhengyi nodded, sowhat nervously got up, and walked to the writing board at the back.
The ti was too short, they were not quite used to various technological devices, so Peony had specially prepared a writing board for them.
Murong Zhengyi spoke quickly:
"We are indeed in great danger now, and Peony Dao You is right, we are essentially people with one foot in the grave."
Peony raised a hand beside and signaled: "Boss, the Dark Sect massacred that Xu Realm."
Wang Jixuan’s eyelid twitched: "Massacre? Mortals?"
"Several major cities of mortals were affected."
Peony spoke helplessly:
"They destroyed all the workshops, killed all the cultivators, even the martial artists.
"Although the First Base we left self-destructed, after the self-destruction they didn’t let it go, they blasted the place to ruins, turning solid land into ocean.
"The patrol chanical body I left there to check the self-destruction status used quantum technology to communicate, sending back so black and white photos.
"The Dark Sect seed to have deployed a batch of secret forces... full of demon cultivators adept at killing."
Wang Jixuan remained silent.
Murong Zhengyi’s eyes were slightly red: "Those beasts, what grudge do we have with them? They want to open our world, under the pretense of ending cultivation to commit mass slaughter!"
Wang Jixuan spoke lowly: "Didn’t all the sects jointly issue a notice for Loose Cultivators to disperse their cultivation voluntarily..."
An elder chuckled bitterly: "They conducted the cleansing by targeting workshops, even the mortals in the workshops were exterminated."
"Just a bunch of demon cultists!"
"Just hate that Tianluo is useless! They let the Dark Sect grow this big!"
Wang Jixuan corrected: "Tianluo and the Dark Sect are just the left and right hands of the Heavenly Dao, they’re originally one, creating opposition for easier control over cultivators, to raise them as pawns for the Heavenly Dao."
Everyone deeply agreed.
Wang Jixuan encouraged them: "Since you’ve escaped with your lives, cherish the present, work hard on your cultivation, gather strength, one day you might make them repay in blood."
"Right!" Murong Zhengyi clenched his fists and shouted, "I will definitely make them pay in blood! Even if I die, my future descendants, future disciples, they all will inherit this will!"
Wang Jixuan said: "Words of rage are useless, surviving cos first, so do I."
Everyone nodded individually.
Murong Zhengyi adjusted his state and quickly explained their planned strategy.
First is to find a hidden corner to survive.
This group of people could make a na in the Xu Realm and the True Realm, but in the Immortal Realm, they aren’t even mortals, just a flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
Especially, the Immortal Realm is vast, but suddenly there are two to three hundred thousand inexplicable cultivators in one area, it will definitely be noticed by soone with a heart.
Find a hidden place and set up a stealthy large array, ensuring it’s not detectable by Dark Sect Immortals.
This difficulty is extraordinarily high.
"I can ask that elder to help you."
Wang Jixuan said in a soft voice:
"But such large arrays are usually quite domineering, be prepared ntally."
Everyone nodded individually.
Murong Zhengyi sighed with emotion: "Our owed gratitude can never be fully repaid... Just this favor of saving over two hundred thousand lives..."
"Hey!"
Wang Jixuan raised his hand to stop him from continuing, speaking earnestly:
"I am also a disciple of Wangxian Valley, to not hide from you, Daoist Tai Ye is my uncle.
"I am the... do you still rember, from your perspective, six hundred years ago a disciple of Wangxian Valley failed the Crossing Tribulation after achieving Mahayana Perfection in more than one hundred and twenty years of cultivation?"
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