After sensing the auras of those black demons, I stopped at once and let them approach at full speed. Before long, beings at the Mixed-Origin Realm who had Transformed into Immortals appeared one after another, taking up positions in front of me, behind me, and to either side.
There were four Transformed Immortals in all—two men and two women.
"May I ask which place you hail from, fellow Daoist?" an elderly woman at the head asked coldly. Like the other three, she began looking me up and down.
Beings at the Dao Three Realm did not start conflicts for no reason. It would waste their arcane power, and they might have to rest for half a year afterward, making it a terrible bargain. Thus, as long as they could avoid fighting, they naturally would.
I blinked. My completely black eyes swept over the four Transformed Immortals, and I said gloomily, "I am a Transformed Immortal from the Stay-Immortal Immortal Region. I came near this area while carrying out a mission, but when I returned, I discovered that the Original Immortal had wiped out the entire immortal region of our Stay-Immortal Sect. I can no longer even contact the leader of that immortal region, Zeng Zixian. With no other choice, I came here to seek refuge in the Cloud-Roaming Immortal Region. May I ask whether you fellow immortal friends are from the Cloud-Roaming Immortal Region?"
This corrupted land naturally had a name as well. I had forced the words "Cloud-Roaming" out of Zeng Zixian along the way, along with quite a few other things. Zeng Zixian truly had hidden himself deeply; without evidence, he would not reveal even the slightest trump card.
"Oh? We are indeed immortals of the Cloud-Roaming Immortal Region. But you say the entire Stay-Immortal Immortal Region was