Upon hearing this, the floating immortal island, which was almost devoid of weeds, fell into silence. The nearly one hundred Netherworld Dao cultivators, whose strengths varied, all fell silent.
Because the cultivation methods they practice are quite different from those of ordinary immortal sects, and because they need to learn various netherworld techniques and supernatural powers, as disciples of the Netherworld Path, they inevitably have to deal with many ghostly beings.
However, this so-called interaction involves humans forcibly driving and enslaving ghosts. Of course, there are also cultivators who drive ghosts with a relatively peaceful attitude, but the fundamental model is still one where humans are the masters and ghosts are the servants.
Although many of the lineages in the Netherworld Daoist arts appear sinister and malevolent, and when they fight against others, they are filled with demons and monsters flying all over the sky and running rampant everywhere, their essence is one of the highest methods of immortality, which leads directly to longevity.
Therefore, even a disciple who has just joined the sect knows the highest pursuit and goal of their sect, or at least has some understanding of it.
The underworld they had just left looked remarkably similar to the netherworld that the sect had painstakingly sought to create, exhausting countless resources and foundations.
If that's the case, then the question arises: since that Netherworld Land was created by the immortals of the Netherworld Path, why did these disciples fall into it and risk their lives?
This was no trial. They had all witnessed the tragic deaths of their fellow disciples.
No sect would tolerate a trial with such a high casualty rate. Even the demonic path wouldn't act so recklessly. Sects need a constant influx of new blood. Unless resources are extremely scarce, only a fool would use the "breeding poison" method to cultivate geniuses.
Does anyone know?
A disciple at the Spirit Gathering Realm spoke up weakly, breaking the silence that had lasted for who knows how long.
"Our cultivation is so shallow, it's best not to speculate wildly here. If we really want to know the truth, we might as well ask our senior brother from the Supreme Dao who rescued us here!"
Someone spoke up, not wanting suspicion to fester, otherwise, who knows what might happen.
"It's ridiculous that we, as disciples of the Netherworld Path, are completely unaware of what's happening in our own sect and have to ask a senior brother from the Supreme Path for advice!"
Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud, but it was a self-deprecating laugh.
"So what if it's the Supreme Dao? Our cultivation is shallow. Even if all of us were together, we probably wouldn't be able to defeat that Supreme Dao senior brother with one hand. How could we possibly know the sect's secrets?"
"But when that senior brother brought us in, he told us to ask you for guidance!"
Among the last couples to enter, the male cultivator spoke up weakly.
"..."
"I know nothing!"
"Me too!"
The strongest Yuan Dan realm cultivators exchanged glances with perfect understanding, then closed their eyes, entered a state of breath control, and began meditating and circulating their qi once again.
Seeing that even the strongest cultivators were behaving this way, the other cultivators stopped discussing the matter.
Because they weren't very familiar with each other, after all, the Netherworld Path was not the Supreme Path, and its disciples were few and far between. Their sect had more than ten thousand disciples below the Cave Profound Realm.
To speak one's mind when one is unfamiliar with others is truly unwise. Criticizing a sect is no light offense.
When the situation was still unclear, these disciples with weak cultivation levels naturally took it easy and accepted whatever came their way. Given the current situation, they were lucky to have survived, so how could they ask for more?
The vast majority of the cultivators who were fortunate enough to be rescued by Feng Bingwen began to meditate, but a small number of cultivators who were not seriously injured and whose magical treasures were basically preserved couldn't help but peek around.
They had just heard that this place was actually a blessed land, although the spiritual energy here was surprisingly barren and had nothing to do with the blessed lands they remembered and understood.
However, some senior disciples have already provided an explanation: this is because the creator of the blessed land has passed away, and for a considerable period of time, without any immortals to manage it, the spiritual energy has been continuously dissipating.
Just when it was on the verge of collapse, it was unexpectedly taken over by that senior brother of the Supreme Dao, which is why it is in the current situation. It is clearly a blessed land, but the spiritual energy in it is not even as good as that of ordinary places outside.
For these Netherworld cultivators, the environment was certainly not something to be picky about. There were no Netherworld ghosts here that could take their lives at any time, so they could meditate, cultivate, and heal in peace, even if it was a little slower.
Therefore, the uninjured cultivators in this group are starting to get restless.
Barring unforeseen circumstances, most of them will only ever hear the name of the blessed land, with only a few having the opportunity to enter and cultivate there for a period of time. As for achieving the Earth Immortal status or establishing their own blessed land, well, none of them will likely reach that level.
At this moment, they are in a blessed land. There is no need to recuperate, nor is there any need to meditate and cultivate. The efficiency of cultivation here is not as good as outside. It is better to do something more meaningful.
"That senior brother from the Supreme Dao Sect, he must have acquired this blessed land not long ago, right?"
A pretty, round-faced female cultivator looked at the barren rocky ground beneath her feet, then glanced at the several floating immortal paths that were slowly moving and drifting by in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.
If it weren't for a senior brother at the Yuan Dan realm speaking up, most of the cultivators wouldn't have considered this a blessed land; it was far from it.
"That must be true. It seems this senior brother hasn't taken good care of the blessed land."
Several cultivators nearby couldn't help but chime in. Although they cultivated the Netherworld Dao, they were still living beings of flesh and blood, and naturally preferred an environment with more abundant life force.
"We don't know if there's anything we can do to help this senior brother?"
Another young cultivator's eyes gleamed with eagerness.
The thought that this small world before them was left behind by a deceased earth immortal made it difficult for any cultivator to calm their mind.
Although he knew that the Supreme Daoist senior brother had already refined and controlled this blessed land, what if the fallen Earth Immortal left behind some hidden legacy in this blessed land, and the Supreme Daoist senior brother just happened not to have discovered it...
Although it sounds absurd, no cultivator with a brain would have such a thought, but what if? Many things in the world are illogical, and what if they happen to have a stroke of luck and find the inheritance of that Earth Immortal?
Even if it's not for the sake of inheritance, it would be good to be able to see different places in this blessed land and broaden one's horizons. This would be of great benefit to their future cultivation, rather than staying on a deserted fairy island to meditate.
"What can you do? Turn this place into another Netherworld Ghost Realm? Forget it. Just sit quietly and meditate. Don't cause trouble for that Supreme Daoist senior brother. He is kind-hearted and willing to take us in. We should be grateful, not ungrateful!"
A cultivator at the Yuan Dan realm who was meditating opened his eyes and looked at the group of cultivators who were eager to explore the blessed land. He even released his aura as a great cultivator, which made their bodies stiff and unable to move.
"Senior brother, we are not ungrateful, nor do we have any intention of causing trouble for Senior Brother Taishangdao. Please understand!"
One of the cultivators, whose face had turned pale from the intimidation of the great cultivator, hurriedly explained in a hoarse voice.
"Don't wander around. Since that senior brother from the Supreme Dao has settled us here, don't leave. Anyone who dares to leave the island, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Another Core Formation cultivator opened his eyes and spoke in a chilling tone. In his hand appeared a Vajra pestle that shimmered with a dark luster, but it contained no Buddhist light and was instead tainted with gloomy and malevolent energy.
"yes!"
This group of somewhat whimsical junior cultivators repeatedly agreed, daring not to harbor any further delusions. Two senior cultivators had already spoken, so even if they had further ideas, they could only suppress them.
"Senior brother, we should be able to look into the distance from here without any problem, right?"
A female cultivator mustered her courage and asked, but the Yuan Dan cultivators closed their eyes again and no one paid any attention. Only after a long time did a sentence drift out.
"Your eyes are on your own bodies; look if you want. Do you think I'll gouge your eyes out?"
Upon hearing this question, the cultivators were relieved and used their magical abilities to enhance their eyesight, surveying this vast yet unique blessed land.
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Although this blessed land is relatively barren of spiritual energy compared to the outside world, it is not lacking in vitality. However, the floating island where this group of Netherworld Dao cultivators are located happens to be a barren land, completely bare, as if someone had plowed it three zhang deep, removing all the grass, plants, and buildings.
"Look, in the northwest, there is a Purple Mountain. What are those monsters? I've never seen them before!"
Before long, a cultivator exclaimed in amazement. He had seen creatures he had never seen before. The way these monsters moved and were born was completely beyond his knowledge and understanding, leaving him in awe.
"Look over here, there is a sea of blood, with the shadow of a Kunpeng on it. Could it be the blood that the Kunpeng spilled here?"
"Look down there, there are actually humans? Wow, this Supreme Daoist, Senior Brother, you have quite the nerve!"
"Where are there human people?"
"You must be seeing things."
Upon hearing the word "human race," the cultivators who had been observing the strange phenomena were immediately startled and swarmed towards the direction pointed by the cultivator who had discovered the human race.
"There really are humans!"
"That's impossible, how could that senior brother possibly raise humans?"
"Could it be a similar humanoid race?"
Now that you mention it, it does seem that way.
Several cultivators discussed amongst themselves. The original Yuan Dan cultivators were also alarmed and walked to the edge of the floating island. Their eyes shone with strange light as they looked down, their faces showing extremely strange expressions.
Since the rise of the human race, the sages of the human race have established many rules. Apart from the fact that human immortals cultivate the path of immortality and achieve the status of celestial immortals and earthly immortals, and open up blessed lands, they are not allowed to move the spiritual mountains and beautiful waters of the Nine Continents. There is also an ironclad rule that mortal humans are not allowed to be moved into blessed lands.
"That's not my Nine Provinces human race!"
After observing for an unknown period of time, a cultivator at the Yuan Dan realm finally spoke up with certainty.
"That's right, this is not my Nine Provinces human race!"
"It's only similar in appearance!"
Several Yuan Dan cultivators echoed this sentiment, drawing a conclusion about the origin of the human settlement directly below.
Upon hearing the conclusions of these great cultivators, the lesser cultivators dared not say anything more. They turned their gazes elsewhere and began to discuss among themselves, followed by sounds of surprise and admiration.
"Hey kid, you're lucky. You've saved a bunch of smart people who know how to repay kindness!"
Outside, Feng Bingwen, who was still diligently searching for the Netherworld Dao cultivator, heard the words of the Imperial Void Cauldron.
“If someone is truly stupid, they are not qualified to join the Netherworld Path.”
Feng Bingwen responded calmly, knowing full well what had happened in his blessed land.
He could even mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create a storm with a single thought, crushing this group of Netherworld Dao cultivators into blood, flesh, and bone fragments.
Of course, this wasn't the reason he brazenly placed this group of cultivators on the floating island without any concealment. The main reason was that he had a clear conscience.
He has never kept humans as pets, nor has he violated the laws established by sages!
As for the group that looked similar to humans at first glance, they were just survivors from another land and had no relation to the humans of the Nine Provinces in this world, at least not in terms of bloodline. As for whether there was a deeper connection, Feng Bingwen didn't know. Anyway, he hadn't broken the law.
"That's true!"
"When do you think your master will be able to come and kill us?"
As he continued to rescue the Netherworld cultivators, the initial sense of accomplishment and satisfaction gradually diminished. Even the increase in merit points made Feng Bingwen extremely calm, his heart undisturbed, because he had already gotten used to it.
"How would I know? I'm just a cooking pot at the master's beck and call. How could I know? How could the pot you use to cook meat know your whereabouts?"
Seemingly sensing Feng Bingwen's anxiety, the Imperial Void Cauldron spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"If the cauldron in my house that cooks meat could develop sentience, it wouldn't be strange if it knew where I was. So, to your master, you're just a piece of trash he can throw away like trash?"
"Nonsense!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Yu Xu Xian Ding became furious and began to curse.
If he fell into the hands of an ordinary cultivator, they would treat him as a priceless treasure. Even immortals would wish to worship him as an ancestor.
However, following that Pure Yang Dao Master was of no use whatsoever. He could even be used as a cauldron for cooking meat, but the Dao Master had long since lost interest in satisfying his appetite.
"So, when will the Dao Lord arrive?"
"We've been here for a while, it's just that you're too weak to sense it!"
"What?"
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