Several days later.
Outside Fengxue Mountain.
Within a barrier, several immortals sat cross-legged and exchanged glances.
An Immortal with pitch-black horns growing from his head spoke at once. "There's been no contact for so long. Old Huo has probably fallen..."
"Brother Dragon is right. Fengyuan Pavilion has dominated this region for so many years, so it naturally has some foundations."
Another Immortal in black robes spoke. "How about... we choose another target?"
The Dragon-named Immortal was deeply unwilling. Wisps of red light radiated from his horns, and dazzling Red Lines crawled across them.
He belonged to the True Immortal Realm's special race—the Dragon Human Race. This race was innately skilled in body refinement. Even after entering the True Immortal Realm, they still reigned supreme in the Body Refining Technique. Their combat ability was outstanding even among the many immortals, and he was faintly the leader of this little group of Tribulation Immortals.
"The Beichen Immortal Domain is currently beset by wind and rain. This is precisely our chance... If we don't make a big score, then later, let alone buying resources such as Star Liquid, even cultivating to True Immortal Perfection will be a pipe dream..."
The Dragon-named Immortal said, "Wait another three days. I'll activate the other hidden line I planted before and investigate the situation thoroughly..."
"Oh? Brother Dragon actually has another hidden line?"
Another Immortal in red robes brightened. "You really think far ahead..."
"It was merely an idle move I made before. Before I activated the restriction, even he probably didn't know that he was a mole..."
The Dragon-named Immortal smiled faintly.
Immortals had long lives. By the time he had developed this ambition, he had already spent tens of thousands of years planting spies in all the major factions.
For the most part, he merely