Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"This is not enough proof?"

The elder sneered coldly, but the words he uttered were straight to the point:

"What exactly do you want from me?"

The Supreme Dragon Transformation immediately burst into laughter, giving the elder a thumbs-up without stinting his praise:

"You are much smarter than the one you just killed. Rest assured, I simply want to see, to what extent can your Dao of True Martial go, perhaps it can inspire me to escape from the place that has trapped me... I will not only not harm you, but also help you do whatever you wish to do."

"The man you killed, he was the current ruler of the Huangji Continent, but before he met me, he was just a waste with no hope of reaching Immortal Ascension."

The Supreme Dragon Transformation fixed his gaze on the elder, his eyes flickering with a strange hue as he spoke slowly and deliberately:

"In this world, at least within this Little Cang World, there will no longer be anyone more suitable for you than me!"

The elder narrowed his eyes slightly, and from his gaze, it was impossible to discern any of his thoughts.

"Of course, you don't have to make a decision right now... I have plenty of time, enough to wait for the next opportunity, but you may not have a second chance."

The Supreme Dragon Transformation seemed to perceive the elder's concerns and appeared overwhelmingly candid.

After speaking, he transformed his body, turning into a small and exquisite jade seal, falling straight towards the elder.

The elder's expression became slightly stern as he forcefully suppressed the urge to take action.

Allowing the jade seal to land in his palm.

The jade seal shone brightly, and then came the faint voice of the Supreme Dragon Transformation:

"Whenever you wish, you can refine me and become my master... I will loyally assist you until you reach the end of this path."

As the voice faded, the jade seal also dimmed.

Indistinguishable from common earthly objects.

"Martial Ancestor!"

More than a dozen Class IV True Martial Cultivators rapidly flew to the elder's side, their expressions solemn.

The elder gently held the jade seal, then slowly raised his other hand.

The surrounding True Martial Cultivators, men and women, old and young, instantly quieted down.

Their gazes involuntarily turned to the elder.

Their eyes filled with anticipation.

The elder collected his thoughts and then said in a deep voice:

"Ninety years ago, anomalies struck heaven and earth, this world no longer permitted the existence of immortals capable of Immortal Ascension... But at that time, our power was too weak, and the 'True Martial Sutra' was too crude. Now, with my improvements to the 'True Martial Sutra', you all have the hope of becoming Class V True Martial Cultivators like me!"

"The time has become ripe... we, too, should seek revenge against those immortals!"

"For your fathers and brothers, for your wives and daughters, for all mortals oppressed and enslaved by immortals... seek revenge against the immortals!"

"Let there be no immortals in this world!"

"Let there be no being that dares to trample over our heads in this world!"

"Let us mortals stand upright under this sky, our lives no longer to be trampled or harvested at will by immortals!"

He didn't deliberately incite them.

Yet still easily elicited the response of nearly all the True Martial Cultivators.

Those who came here, the vast majority of those who persisted in the cultivation of the Dao of True Martial, were mostly oppressed mortals from the northern regions of Yan and Guangling State.

They all had more or less irreconcilable grievances with cultivators.

However, in the past, cultivators would not care about these existences seen as ants.

Yet as the Dao of True Martial spread in Yan and Guangling State, more and more mortals filled with hatred and rage, became True Martial Cultivators through the Cultivation of the "True Martial Sutra."

Among them were naturally those who were unwilling to be subordinated to cultivators.

But the elder didn't care.

His purpose, or rather the reason that supported him to continue living, was only one.

That is, to eliminate all immortals!

Nevertheless, at this moment.

The elder suddenly felt a tremble in his heart!

Around him, it seemed as if everything fell silent in an instant.

An overwhelming sensation of hair-raising terror surged through him.

It was the sheer horror of being gazed upon by a vast abyss.

A feeling he had never experienced before.

Instinctively, as a True Martial Cultivator, he almost immediately turned his body around.

Only three feet away from him, an old man in a green robe stared at him with a peculiar gleam in his eyes.

As if admiring a rare treasure.

A shock of horror struck the elder's heart!

He hadn't noticed when the other party had come behind him at all.

For the current him, this was simply inconceivable.

Countless thoughts whirled in his head as he gritted his teeth and spoke word by word:

"Who... are you?"

"Me?"

The old man in the green robe stared at him and actually responded to his question:

"My name is Han Yanzi."

"Supreme of the primitive Demonic Sect?!"

The elder's heart shook violently!

The green-robed elder was slightly astonished:

"You know? Ah, that's right, you used to work for the cultivators of the Three Continents, it's normal for you to know a bit... But since I've answered your question, you should also answer mine—"

He stared into the elder's eyes, and asked in a soft voice:

"Are you the Patriarch of True Martial, Wang Xu?"

Wang Xu fell silent, then nodded his head.

His gaze imperceptibly swept across the seemingly frozen True Martial Cultivators surrounding him, his expression growing stern as the Blood Energy within his body rapidly circulated.

He looked at Han Yanzi without a trace of fear in his eyes.

To him, life and death had long been matters of indifference.

He could abandon them at any moment for the sake of achieving his goals.

However, to his astonishment, after the green-robed elder Han Yanzi gave him a deep look, he shook his head slightly, sighing to himself:

"Arrived too late... No, too early."

With that, he showed no hesitation as he turned into a streak of light, rapidly soaring off into the distance.

"Arrived too late... too early? What does that mean?"

Numerous questions rose in Wang Xu's mind.

Both the Supreme Dragon Transformation and Han Yanzi had attitudes towards him that were extremely strange.

It was an encounter unlike any he had experienced before.

Especially Han Yanzi.

The True Martial Cultivators, under the leadership of Wang Xu, had not just once launched surprise attacks on the cultivators of Yan and its vassal states.

He had even recently captured a group of Demon Sect cultivators.

Yet, this uppermost Demon Sect elder, after only a glance, had left without a word or care.

With no intention of making a move against him.

Yet, casting these perplexing matters aside, what weighed on him even more was the appearance of Han Yanzi.

"There are still cultivators of this stage hidden in the Fenglin Continent..."

In the next instant, the voices of the True Martial Cultivators around him suddenly returned.

They were completely unaware of the brief abnormalities that had just occurred.

It was as if Han Yanzi's appearance was merely an illusion experienced solely by Wang Xu.

He hesitated for a rare moment.

Then, at last, he slowly opened his palm.

The voice of the Supreme Dragon Transformation, filled with a smile, also quietly sounded in his ear:

"It seems you've made your choice, good, you will certainly not be disappointed with this decision."

Several days later.

Around the Bronze Giant City, boats of various sizes vanished into the thick fog headed toward Huangji Continent...

...

"So you mean to say that the Refining Void Cultivator of the Wanxiang Sect personally took action?"

Above the sea.

Within the divine temple on a large ship.

From the huge placenta came the Mother Godness' voice, cold with a rare hint of gravity.

Below, Yin God nodded slightly, his face carrying a trace of helplessness:

"Yes, he did not wish to stoop to the level of Huangji Continent's cultivators, initially only sending the Demon Ape to send them away. It took much persuasion from myself, and coupled with the Sui sovereign's brashness breaking into the formation, it finally annoyed that Patriarch of the Wanxiang Sect. With a casual move, he captured all of the thousand Nascent Souls of Sui..."

"What a pity," the Mother Godness' tone also held a tinge of regret.

However, she immediately added with surprise:

"You've finally ascended to the third level Divine Position..."

Yin God's face showed a look of admiration:

"I haven't thanked the Mother yet."

"It is but your due... Your persuasion was meritorious, had it not been for you, Yang Que could have perhaps brought back those thousand Nascent Souls to Huangji Continent. Now only Yang Que and Dragon Transformation Pool have escaped, and although it's still troublesome, our chances of counterattack are much greater while he's alone."

"This merit belongs to you as well, so you shall be rewarded!"

The Mother Godness did not skimp on her praise for Yin God, then a cord quickly wrapped around him.

Feeling the surging power of incense fire within the cord.

Wang Ba couldn't help but sigh internally.

The Mother Godness, indeed, was generous.

He had never seen anyone more open-handed.

But this moment of joy was quickly replaced by worry.

The Mother Godness certainly wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

With only Yang Que and Dragon Pool escaping in the current Huangji Continent, relying solely on the remaining thousand Nascent Soul Cultivators of Sui, they probably weren't a match for the Kingdom of Immortals.

Thinking of this, his heart sank slightly.

However, at this very moment.

A tremor suddenly passed through his heart.

A thread of Yin God Power quietly traced back.