Deep within the Myriad Formation Sect.
A mountain range ten thousand zhang high rose and fell like a giant dragon lying across the land.
The Spiritual Vein within the mountains was Peak Fourth Tier, enough to drive countless Nascent Soul cultivators to fight over it in the outside world.
But in the Myriad Formation Sect, it was merely one of many cultivation grounds for servants.
Luo Yu's servants cultivated in a Dao Field deep within the Spiritual Vein.
The dozen or so Nascent Soul servants he had assigned to Li Chang'an had packed their belongings and were waiting there.
Among them,
the strongest was a burly man with a tangled beard.
His Daoist name was Hong Lei. He specialized in lightning arts and was at the Late Nascent Soul Stage.
Looking into the distance, he asked in a deep voice, "Why would the Heavenly Lord order us to obey an Early Nascent Soul cultivator? Does anyone know the reason?"
"No."
The others all shook their heads.
A female cultivator in pink robes said, "I looked into him. He's neither the Heavenly Lord's son nor his disciple. It seems he's merely a junior the Heavenly Lord thinks highly of."
Another sighed. "Who knows what the Heavenly Lord is thinking? That brat hasn't cultivated long, knows little, and has a low cultivation level. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold the Ninth Immortal City, and we'll all lose our lives for it."
"Ah—"
Several sighs followed one after another.
None of them was comfortable with the arrangement.
But Luo Yu had ordered it, and they did not dare disobey.
Hong Lei said, "If something goes wrong, we'll do our best to keep that brat alive. If we truly can't, we leave."
The pink-robed cultivator agreed. "Fellow Daoist Hong Lei is right.