Fei Zhan, Yi Fengliu! Immortal Spirit Liquid Pond, Three-element Mixed Spirit Root

The crowd followed the line forward and arrived at a pond.

"Strip. Take off everything, including your Storage Rings."

The soldier in charge before the pond barked in a low voice.

Though the Dharma Aspect Realm experts felt stifled and humiliated to the extreme, the thought of the whip that middle-aged man in purple had taken earlier left them all furious but silent. They obediently stripped off everything, then entered the pond.

They could hardly be blamed for being timid. The wound on the middle-aged man's face had just kept growing deeper and deeper; they could almost see the bone beneath his cheek.

Even a fool could tell that the middle-aged man was finished. Even if he survived, the wound on his face would never heal. He would forever wear that ruined face. How wretched was that?

With such a warning before them, who would still dare make a horse's cry?

"Leave from the far end of the pond and collect your clothes. Someone will take you to your work."

The soldier said.

Everyone continued on as instructed and entered the pond. The icy water held a strange, wondrous power that gave them a faint sense of comfort. Only then could they confirm that this place was truly the Immortal Realm.

Because within that pond water was pure Immortal Spirit Qi—the Immortal Spirit Qi they had dreamed of and yearned for with every fiber of their souls.

If only they could stay in this pond and cultivate forever.

Unfortunately.

Anyone who dared linger greedily in the pond water was whipped without mercy, forcing them to hurry after the people ahead and keep moving until they left the pond.

Though they had not stayed in the water long, after this cleansing, everyone could clearly feel that they had grown a little