Now they were like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their own divine powers.
Every scene was watched by the mighty figures of the various clans in the void, and they all showed looks of appreciation.
At this moment, they too were scouting for promising seedlings. Once those promising seedlings with resolute hearts emerged from Dragon Island, they would naturally be recruited by the forces behind them.
The forces behind them were all top-tier powers throughout the Demon Domain. Recruiting disciples was naturally not such a trifling matter; talent alone was far from enough to gain entry.
Talent and temperament—neither could be lacking.
Compared to talent, temperament was even more important. The higher the cultivation of someone with poor character, the greater the calamity they would become.
"Someone is lighting the road ahead for us. Let's go."
Seeing the faint, flickering red glow within the gray mist, the remaining cultivators stepped into the fog one after another, following that red light.
The moment Ye Lin stepped into the mist, he discovered that he could see nothing. Even his divine sense was suppressed, utterly unable to extend outward.
For a time, Ye Lin could not even distinguish directions.
The only thing he could see was that exceedingly faint, flickering red light before him.
That red light was like a wisp of candle flame in the darkness, showing everyone the way.
"Mysterious Yellow All-Things Bell, open."
Ye Lin brought out the Mysterious Yellow All-Things Bell. Strands of mysterious yellow qi poured down, tightly protecting him within. No matter how the void gales raged around him, they could not breach the defenses laid down by the Mysterious Yellow All-Things Bell.
There was no longer any point in tempering his body. Any one of those void gales could casually sever his arm—what