Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Lin had already spent a full month on the Wuji Sect's Guest Elder Peak.
On this day, all the Rogue Cultivator guest elders were urgently summoned to the plaza at the summit.
A middle-aged Daoist in Wuji Sect robes, his hair grizzled and his face looking to be around fifty, hovered in midair. A powerful pressure, deep as an abyss and vast as the sea, radiated from him, enveloping the entire mountain.
"I am Xuankong, Daoist title True Person Xuankong!"
His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly into the ears of the nearly thousand guest elders present, filled with endless majesty.
Everyone felt a heavy pressure descend upon them, as though they were carrying a mountain on their backs.
"A great True Person at the late Golden Core stage!" Lu Lin's heart stirred, and he made his judgment in secret.
"I have summoned you all this time because there is a task that requires your joint efforts," True Person Xuankong said, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below. "You will follow me to explore a mystic realm. Now, all of you, keep up."
With that, he said no more. His figure transformed into a streak of flowing light and flew straight toward the rear mountain of the Wuji Sect.
The crowd did not dare delay. One after another, they raised escape lights or used movement techniques to follow close behind.
About two hours later, the group arrived in a hidden valley in the rear mountain, concealed by formations.
Inside and outside the valley entrance, cultivators dressed in Wuji Sect attire stood guard with strict vigilance.
Lu Lin sensed briefly and detected more than thirty auras at the Foundation Establishment Realm, and even three obscure fluctuations belonging to