"The last time immortal masters visited was probably more than two hundred years ago!"
"When this old man's great-grandfather was young, he was fortunate enough to see figures like Immortal Master Shen and Immortal Master Chen with his own eyes. Everything I know was also passed down by word of mouth through generations..." Village Chief Ma rambled on as he struggled to recall memories long buried beneath the dust.
About two hundred and thirty years ago, seven cultivators arrived in this nameless mountain village one after another. At the time, the village had not yet moved to the Border Mountains, but was hidden away in another remote mountain range within Qing Country.
With the arrival of the seven immortal masters, the village gradually grew stronger as well.
At its peak, it had a population of over three thousand. They gathered mountain herbs for the immortal masters, brewed blood-replenishing medicinal soup, forged weapons and armor, and provided every other form of necessary support!
In other words, the so-called Godslaying Hall was more like a logistics base for foreign cultivators resisting the power of the deities.
Of those seven foreign cultivators, five died one after another in battles against the deities' followers and the deities themselves. The remaining two successfully slew a deity. Not long after returning to the nameless mountain village, they vanished into thin air. From the words they left behind before disappearing, it was clear that they had fulfilled the conditions for departure and successfully returned to their original world.
The two had also told the villagers that they might return to this world after some time. Yet Village Chief Ma's great-grandfather waited from childhood until he died of old age, and never saw them again.
Over the next two hundred years, the cultivators active throughout the lands either