The old man in green robes accepted the order and immediately returned to the divine mountain cave-dwelling region of his own lineage, then sent a voice transmission directly through the sect's grand array.
"Master?" "Grandmaster?"
"Mountain Lord?" More than ten Nascent Soul half-immortals quickly flew out of their respective cave dwellings and arrived before the old man in green robes.
"Listen carefully. Take your treasures at once and follow me to capture some 'Nascent Soul offerings,'" the old man in green robes said coldly. "The strength and identities of these offerings are unknown, but there should be four Nascent Souls among them."
"Four Nascent Souls?" The expressions of those Nascent Soul half-immortals all changed. When Nascent Souls fought, heaven and earth could change color at the slightest movement. If they knew nothing of the other side's background yet still wanted to capture them alive, the difficulty was far too great.
With the slightest carelessness, they would end up dead, their Dao extinguished.
After cultivating to their level, none of them was willing to fight lightly.
"What? Afraid?" the old man in green robes sneered. "I'm afraid too. But so what? If any of you are willing to volunteer as an offering, then you need not take part in this battle."
The many Nascent Souls' expressions changed again.
Who did not know that those so-called offerings were either seized and refined into divine-soul puppets, or made into heavenly soldiers to be driven about? Those were still considered the better outcomes... The worst was to be thrown into a pill, becoming a single spark of spiritual light within the furnace.
"If none of you are willing to become offerings, then follow me to capture offerings," the old man in green robes said in a low voice.
Whoosh!
Very quickly, more than ten