Over a thousand disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects were scattered across the vast world, each searching for opportunities to obtain Yin Yang Creation Qi.
More than a dozen Golden Core Peak cultivators from the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace cast Concealment Spells. Holding a compass-shaped magical artifact, they cautiously searched for something, following each step closely.
Before long, one square-faced man brightened and stopped beside a pond.
"It's here. Be careful, don't make any noise..."
the square-faced man said in a low voice.
"Senior Brother Liu, I don't think there's any need for this."
"We should simply mine the Yin Yang Creation Qi with all our strength."
A cold and beautiful woman disagreed. "The Eastern Extreme Demonic Sect's Spell Satellites are already hanging high in the sky. The Dao Children may be able to hide, but we cannot. Our concealment is nothing but self-deception.
Besides, Eastern Extreme Demonic Sect cultivators never act alone. There is no need to worry."
"Then, that person..."
Senior Brother Square-Face hesitated.
"That is even less worth worrying about."
The cold woman smiled. "We can simply wait for death. Concealment and evasion are utterly useless. We cultivators seek the Dao and walk against heaven—it should be this way."
"If we wanted stability, we should have stayed in the sect instead of spending so much to win a place in this Yin Yang Void Realm."
"That does seem quite reasonable."
The Golden Core Peak cultivators around them exchanged glances, all in agreement.
Thus, they ceased their cautious movements and instead unleashed their spells with all their might, striving to find the greatest amount of Yin Yang Creation Qi in the shortest time possible, concealing nothing.
Looking out, most Immortal Sect Disciples within tens of thousands of kilometers had adopted the same approach.
In an invisible place