The former site of the Clouddream Immortal Sect looked like nothing more than a primeval forest. The uneven terrain was blanketed in dense shrubs and lush woods, and if one did not pay attention, one might not even notice the people hiding among the trees.
I gave the area a cursory sweep. Some were sect disciples, some were scions of other lineages, and there were also rogue cultivator merchants. Dragons and snakes were mixed together, and all sorts had gathered in one place.
My current cultivation at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage made me as inconspicuous as a transparent man here. No one cared about my presence, so I casually found a towering tree and sat down quietly, waiting for news about the rift just like everyone else.
These scavenging immortals were spread across dozens of miles. Before long, there were more than a hundred of them, arriving one after another. Sect disciples made up half the crowd, while the rest consisted of lineage disciples and wandering immortals. They gathered in groups of three or five, and by nightfall, the rustling murmur of conversation could still be heard.
I patiently waited for a day and a night, and roughly gathered some information. It seemed that the various sects had even brought powerful treasure-hunting tools this time, each of them hoping to gain something from the Clouddream Immortal Sect.
"That looks like the Grand Elder of the Thousand Chrysanthemum House!"
"That's right! It's her! It looks like she even brought several elders with her!"
"Why has a first-rate sect come here this time too!?"
"What is going on this time? In previous years, even second-rate sects rarely came. Why are first-rate sects joining the excitement this time?"
"Heh, looks like you don't know about that matter."
"What matter? Hurry up