Just as Wangxian Valley was steeped in tension;
On the Immortal Spirit Path, within more than ten Treasure Ships rapidly approaching the minor realm where Daoist Wang was located, Dark Cultists in cloaks and black robes sat with their eyes closed, resting.
They had already learned that powerful enemies lay ahead.
However, trusting in the creed that [wherever the Dark Cult goes, nothing is forbidden], these Dark Cultists felt no anxiety.
They had always believed that death merely meant bad luck, while survival meant wealth and glory.
Inside the foremost Treasure Ship, within the main cabin covered by a barrier.
Fairy Zhilan, clad in a purple-black gauze dress, slowly wiped down an immortal treasure-grade longsword. Two bare-chested male immortals knelt in the corner, both Loose Immortals.
A closer look at the bed in Immortal Zhilan's cabin revealed several magical treasures resembling 'Old Zheng's Wild Ecstasy.'
Whenever she encountered a question she could not figure out, she habitually took out a magical treasure to wipe clean.
To a True Immortal, an immortal treasure was already exceedingly precious. If it had developed its own spirituality, it became a spirit treasure practically beyond price.
Naturally, she harbored that small hope as well.
The barrier rippled slightly.
Immortal Zhilan broke free from her thoughts, looked toward the door, and removed the barrier around it.
Another female True Immortal strolled inside. She glanced at the two male Loose Immortals kneeling in the corner, utterly unsurprised by the sight.
It was the Dark Cult, after all;
If they could not indulge themselves, prey on the weak, and bully the powerless, what was the point of joining the Dark Cult?
"Senior Sister, the more I think about this mission, the more something feels wrong."
"If it felt right, would this mission have fallen into our hands?"
Immortal