They were charging in as a crowd, and Human Immortals ultimately had their limits. No matter how ferocious the Heavenly Demon was, it still had to abide by the rules and principles of the mortal world. It could not possess inexhaustible magical power, nor could it kill them all before its power ran dry.
And with the promises of the immortals, Buddhas, and divine beings of the upper realm, they did not fear death.
As for immortals, Buddhas, and divine beings going back on their word, at their level, every word and action carried karma. In the unseen realm, all things had their ordained fate; if they broke an agreement, backlash would naturally come for them in the future.
Yet although they had confidence, the Southern Wasteland's atmosphere still frightened them.
Thus, they picked a direction and headed straight for the nearest village. After casting an illusion spell, they entered the village.
With the abilities of Human Immortals, they could not deceive nobles bearing great stores of destiny, nor officials protected by a dynasty's fortune. But deceiving a few ordinary villagers was more than easy enough.
There were quite a few people in this village. It was currently the slack season, yet scarcely anyone could be seen in any of the households.
Only after going farther in did they finally hear voices. A large group of men had gathered together, most of them in their prime. They were obediently squatting inside a large house that had been built not long ago, listening to a young man above them give a lesson.
Yet what he taught was not the meaning of sages' scriptures, but how land should be farmed.
Teaching a group of farmers how to farm sounded rather surreal, but the reality was that farmers of this era relied entirely