This way, even the faintest toxins could continue releasing for a while, giving me more time to find the formation core. After all, I couldn't rule out too many immortals entering the Cloud Dream Immortal Sect and absorbing too much of my poisonous aura, causing the grand formation to take in too little of it instead.
Sure enough, my backup plan had been the right one. After nearly two days had passed, more and more rogue immortal cultivators entered the Cloud Dream Immortal Sect one after another. It wasn't just the Prosperous Era Alliance and Chrysanthemum Pavilion—even elders from other first-tier sects had come to join the excitement.
I had even run into several familiar faces I'd taught a lesson before. Those fellows truly had thick skins. I'd thought they had gone their separate ways, but they had ended up forcing their way into the mountains again. They probably had nowhere else to go and no good teammates to explore for treasures with.
Their dao bodies had already recovered, and they were currently hurrying toward Cloud Dream Immortal Mountain.
I vented the poisonous aura in a hidden spot on the ground, while they failed to notice me from the air. Before they had even flown very far, they vanished again.
Over these two days, I'd seen countless situations like this. Some had even spotted me meditating in the air and tried to dive down to ask what I was doing, only to be teleported away by spatial turbulence. As long as spatial turbulence existed, Cloud Dream Immortal Mountain remained an extremely difficult region to approach. Only those who climbed up from the ground had any real chance of reaching the mountain successfully.
Yet there was spatial turbulence on the mountain as well. Though the mountaintop sat there plainly enough, several