"Only when they see with their own eyes what scale the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals has reached will the sect elders take notice," Li Fan said slowly.
"If we can wipe out all these scoundrels in one fell swoop, it will also be a great contribution on our part. When the time comes, entering and leaving the sect gates won't be as troublesome as it is now."
Perhaps it was Li Fan's final words that swayed Zhang Qianmo.
He agreed to Li Fan's plan.
Next, Zhang Qianmo took control of Song Hesong and sent a voice transmission to Chu Liang and the others in the city, stating that the situation had changed: Zhang Qianmo, who had originally been scheduled to collect the Longevity Fruits, would no longer be coming. They needed to meet and discuss the ambush anew.
Though Chu Liang and his companions were slightly puzzled, they suspected nothing.
Following the agreement, they arrived outside the city.
"Fellow Daoist Song, what on earth happened?" From afar, Chu Liang spotted Song Hesong—manipulated by Zhang Qianmo—and immediately called out.
"Haha, it is actually good news," Zhang Qianmo replied in Song Hesong's tone.
"On his way down the mountain, Zhang Qianmo seemingly stumbled upon a hidden mystic realm by chance. Inside this mystic realm happens to be an ancient stronghold of the Profound Heaven Sect..."
"The matter is of great significance, so he didn't even have time to collect the Longevity Fruits. He only hurried over to brief me before rushing back to the mountain to report."
Chu Liang felt bewildered. "Profound Heaven Sect? What is that?"
"Hmph." Song Hesong feigned slight disdain, yet still explained patiently.
"So you're saying this Profound Heaven Sect is an existence even older than the Ten Sects of the Immortal Dao? Doesn't that mean there must be countless treasures in this mystic realm?" Chu Liang and the others suddenly grew excited.
The reason they wanted to surround and kill Zhang Qianmo was partly for revenge, but more importantly, to force out the various techniques and divine abilities of the Purple Cloud Sect from him.
Although they had joined the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals and been taught the most basic Heavenly Net Divine Art, they were only marginal members after all, and knew only this single technique. When confronting disciples of the Ten Sects of the Immortal Dao, they could only scrape by with a victory by relying on overwhelming numbers. In single combat, they had no chance of winning at all. Their foundation was far too shallow, and they urgently needed to equip themselves.
"Then what are we waiting for? Before the people from the Purple Cloud Sect arrive, let's take the things in that mystic realm first," Chu Liang urged impatiently.
Song Hesong shook his head slightly. "The Profound Heaven Sect's mystic realm contains all kinds of formations, traps, and restrictions; it is exceptionally dangerous. Otherwise, Zhang Qianmo wouldn't have rushed back up the mountain to fetch reinforcements."
"With just the few of us, I'm afraid..."
Chu Liang dismissed his concern. "Then we'll just call more brothers! They might look down on a Foundation Establishment sect disciple, but surely they won't remain indifferent toward this Profound Heaven Sect mystic realm!"
The others nodded in agreement one after another.
"Then we must be quick. A round trip will probably take Zhang Qianmo a little over a day..."
"Don't worry. The efficiency of our brothers is something those decayed sects can never hope to match," Chu Liang said, patting his chest.
Next, after receiving Li Fan's transmission indicating that preparations were complete, Zhang Qianmo led Chu Liang and the others to the so-called entrance of the mystic realm.
"Hiss... Fellow Daoist Song, you were right. This mystic realm is indeed extraordinarily perilous. Just stepping close makes my heart pound wildly."
"No matter. The brothers from the Immortal Alliance nearby are already rushing here. There are plenty of Golden Core experts among them, and even a Nascent Soul grand cultivator." Chu Liang stared fixedly at the entrance, his eyes brimming with greed.
It had to be said that the initial Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals was indeed remarkably efficient.
Like a pack of wolves smelling blood, in barely half a day, cultivators converged from all directions.
"Twenty-five Golden Cores, one hundred and sixty Foundation Establishments..." Looking at the dense crowd of cultivators before him, Zhang Qianmo couldn't help but feel a chill, despite their plain attire, as the surging auras around them brimmed with vitality.
Within just the territory of our Purple Cloud Sect, so many cultivators have sprouted silently. Across the entire world, just how large has the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals grown?
Fortunately, upon receiving the transmission, the Sect Master of the Purple Cloud Sect had already led a host of cultivators here to subdue the fiends.
This put Zhang Qianmo somewhat at ease.
After gathering, the people of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals did not rush into the mystic realm.
Instead, they were waiting for a heavyweight figure to arrive.
Supposedly, this was a cultivator who had the fortune of following the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Venerable in the earliest days and had now reached the Soul Formation realm.
With him present, no perilous mystic realm posed any threat.
Soon, this Soul Formation cultivator arrived at the scene.
He showed none of the arrogance typical of someone several major realms higher than the rest, greeting the gathered cultivators cordially.
Flanked by the crowd, he walked up to the entrance of the mystic realm.
Looking at the formation sealing the mystic realm, he frowned slightly.
Formations were not his forte; in the end, he chose to destroy it with the sheer, absolute power of the Soul Formation stage.
He took the lead and stepped into the mystic realm.
However, just a moment later, he backed out in a hurry.
"Not good, it's a trap!" he shouted a warning.
Yet, it was already too late.
On the horizon, rolling purple mist had already arrived in the blink of an eye.
...
Watching from afar as the cultivators of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals clashed with the Purple Cloud Sect, Li Fan fell into deep thought.
He had already sensed that this scene of the Fallen Immortal Realm was beginning to destabilize.
That later Dharma Transmitter was not one of those who survived into future generations.
Presumably, he had met an untimely death in battle against the Ten Sects of the Immortal Dao.
Li Fan's push had merely brought forward the time of his death.
"This move of shifting the misfortune elsewhere diverted the battle among cultivators that should have erupted in Ningyuan City to a desolate, uninhabited place."
"Though it took some trouble, the mission was completed successfully."
"As for these cultivators who died miserable deaths, they likely aren't part of Heavenly Venerable Xuanhuang's test."
As Li Fan thought this, the surrounding scenery gradually began to blur.
Like glass, it shattered inch by inch.
Li Fan's consciousness once more sank into darkness.
He did not immediately enter the next trial scene.
Instead, scenes flooded into Li Fan's mind like a revolving lantern.
That was everything that had truly happened in Ningyuan City in the history of the Xuanhuang Realm.
Li Fan had long known it.
Yet this time, there were a few different images.
Upon the ruins of Ningyuan City, Mr. Bai stood in dazed bewilderment.
He looked up at the azure sky as if making a silent interrogation.
An unusual aura began to emerge from him.
"This is..."
Li Fan had a vague intuition.
At this moment, Mr. Bai seemed to have caught the gaze of Heaven and Earth.
Though he still possessed only mortal cultivation, an aura that seemed to mark him as the center of the world had already gathered around him.
"Is this the destiny belonging to a protagonist?"
Li Fan couldn't help sighing emotionally.
Reviving once again from the darkness, the scene before Li Fan's eyes was, just as he expected, the Disaster of the Beast Taming Sect.
The scene where Xiao Hei, yet unborn, remained within the bird egg.
Chapter 1077