More than a thousand disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects spread across the vast world, each searching for a chance to obtain yin-yang fortune qi.
A dozen or so peak Golden Core cultivators from the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace cast concealment spells. Holding a compass-shaped magical artifact, they searched cautiously, advancing one careful step at a time.
Before long, a square-faced man among them brightened and stopped beside a pond.
"This is the place. Be careful. Don't make a sound..."
The square-faced man spoke in a low voice.
"Senior Brother Liu, I don't think that's necessary."
"We should put everything into extracting the yin-yang fortune qi."
An aloof-looking woman disagreed. "The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect's spell satellites are already high in the sky. The Daoist Heir might be able to hide, but we can't. Our concealment only fools ourselves.
Besides, Eastern Extreme Demon Sect cultivators don't act alone. There's no need to worry."
"But... that one..."
Senior Brother Liu hesitated.
"That's even less worth worrying about."
The aloof-looking woman smiled. "We can simply wait to die. Hiding and dodging would do no good. We cultivators seek the Dao and defy heaven. This is how it should be."
"If we wanted safety, we should have stayed in the sect. We wouldn't have spent so much to secure these places in the Yin-Yang Void Realm."
"That makes a great deal of sense."
The surrounding peak Golden Core cultivators exchanged glances, all in agreement.
So they stopped treading carefully. Instead, they cast their spells with all their might, trying to find as much yin-yang fortune qi as possible in the shortest time, without concealing anything.
As far as the eye could see, most Immortal Sect disciples within tens of thousands of miles had done the same.
High in the sky, in an