Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1539: Chapter 715: The Primordial Talisman Sect Two Hundred Years Later, Pioneering One Hundred Worlds

Meanwhile, in the ruined city of Anren City, in a certain area of the Inner City.

The land in this area had long been torn apart by the supreme might of great battles, covered with intersecting cracks, not a single flat spot remained.

The once flat as a mirror, thousand-year warm jade paved Immortal White Jade Celestial Street, now cut and torn to pieces by cracks, the gaps between jade bricks have widened several times, some jade bricks were sliced thin as paper by Sword Qi, some were imprinted with deep marks by Palm Force, some were charred black into charcoal by demon fire, a light step would crumble them into flying ash.

The cracks varied in width, with the narrowest less than an inch, and the widest reaching several zhang, bottomless, extending all the way to the depths of the earth veins, within the crevices, a continuously seeping icy cold corrosive gas escaped, it was the Breath of Annihilation leaked after the collapse of the earth veins, touching it would cause decay, and contact would inflict harm, the corrosive gas intertwined with the black fog, condensing above the cracks into a faint mist, drifting away slowly.

Within the ground’s cracks, remnants of the great battle’s traces still lingered: in some places, large patches of blackened solidified Immortal Blood remained, left behind by countless Immortals who perished, the edges of the bloodstains radiated a faint golden glow, yet were corroded by black fog and corrosive gas, losing their former sanctity;

In some areas, there were embedded fragments of broken Immortal Armor and shattered Immortal Soldiers, the patterns on the armor were worn, the Spiritual Light on the Immortal Soldiers had long extinguished, corroded by the black fog into a rusted mess;

In other places, the ground was covered with dense Rune imprints, a temporary kill formation laid by Immortals of the past, now the formation had shattered, the Rune imprints blurred, yet one could still feel the lingering killing aura.

Occasionally, faint Dao Principles would flash and vanish at the bottom of the crevices, remnants of the last trace of immortal power within the earth veins, momentary as a candle in the wind, unable to resist the annihilation of the entire city.

At this moment, one by one, Immortals of the Cursed Race appeared here.

The leaders were none other than the Earth Immortals of the Cursed Race, with at least seven or eight appearing.

The aura emanating from their bodies was a mixture of deathly desolation, bone-chilling resentment, and overwhelming Curse Power, devoid of any of the Immortal Family’s clear and tranquil harmony, nor akin to the chaotic and vicious nature of ordinary Immortal Fiends, but carrying the absolute suppression of the Earth Immortal Realm.

Every breath, every slight movement could cause the surrounding black fog to boil, the ground cracks to widen, and the distant prowling Immortal Fiends to instinctively tremble and prostrate.

The outermost layer was a thick and viscous gray-black curse aura, more concentrated and chilling than the black fog of the ruined city, like an invisible quagmire, enveloping a range of three zhang around them, taking a breath would make one feel the Immortal Veins freeze, the Dao Heart stab with pain, the Divine Soul pierced by countless fine needles, the circulation of immortal power sluggish, weaker cultivations approaching within three zhang would be eroded by the curse aura, causing curse patterns to grow on their skin, gradually becoming curse slaves under their control.

The curse aura carried the scent of decaying Immortal Blood, withered Dao Principles, intense malice, and a faint, cold majesty belonging to Immortal Lords, pungent and intimidating, blending with the black fog’s dead silence of the ruined city, yet possessing more corrosiveness and oppressiveness.

Moving inward was the deep purple turning black Power of Evil and Resentment, originating from the hatred of the annihilation of their race over millions of years and accumulated endless curse killings, condensed into a tangible form, slowly flowing around them.

Where it passed, space would ripple with fine black ripples, Dao Patterns and Immortal Patterns would instantly dim, the Breath of Annihilation seeping from the ground cracks would be forcefully devoured, the Power of Evil and Resentment carried a domineering nature of "destroying all vitality, polluting all Dao Principles," ordinary Earth Immortals approaching would have their Dao Foundations corroded, nearly impossible to resist under the Earth Immortal Realm.

"Hmph, the flavor of those Ouyang Family Immortals’ souls was not bad."

"Wasn’t expecting that with a minor scheme, those guys obediently took the bait."

"After this episode, the Immortals in Linwu City are probably like startled birds now."

"In a short time, those fellows probably won’t dare to come out of the city to disturb our actions."

One Earth Immortal of the Cursed Race sneered.

Their objective was not to target Linwu City.

Taking down those True Immortals of the Human Race was merely to prevent those Immortals from approaching Anren City.

After all, they aim to seize the treasure left here next.

If those True Immortals of the Human Race were to come here, they might bring trouble to their plans.

So from the beginning, they decided they must prevent those human Immortals from approaching.

Now it seems the plan was quite successful.

"The treasure we need is inside the Inner City of this city."

"Once obtained, we will have the chance to advance to Heavenly Immortals."

"This is an incredible opportunity, no one can stop us."

Many Earth Immortals of the Cursed Race’s eyes revealed a cold glint.

To be honest, even within the Immortal Race, the competition between each other is fiercely intense.

One could even say it’s brutal.

If anyone loses the competition, they become materials for other Immortals, utterly dying and their Dao extinguished.

So to obtain more precious cultivation resources, they will stop at nothing.

"However, there are numerous powerful Immortal Fiends in the Inner City."

"Some even at the Celestial Immortal Level."

"Approaching rashly might lead to a dead end."

"That’s why we need to strategize properly and take our time to act."

"You’re right, but this doesn’t count as a waste for us."

"Whether it takes hundreds or even thousands of years, as long as we succeed, it will be worth it."

"Anyone who tries to stop our actions, they must die."

Many Immortals of the Cursed Race debated amongst themselves.

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two hundred years had passed.