Misty-Wave Lake.
The lake's surface was jade-green, its misty waves vast and boundless, clouds steaming and rosy vapors rising.
Clusters of cultivators had gathered along the lakeshore. All were rogue cultivators who had heard of the great name of Misty-Wave Blessed Land and come to try their luck.
There were occasionally a few Dao Foundation cultivators, but they did not mingle with these Qi Ingestion rogue cultivators. Each displayed the marvels of their Dao Foundation: some gathered Cloud Palaces, summoned friends, and feasted through the night; others rode strange beasts, every inch like Spirit Immortals.
Yet none of these cultivators noticed that, high in the sky, several Purple Mansion cultivators were coldly watching it all.
"Brother Teng—look at these lowly cultivators. Aren't they laughable?"
Lord Pu, ancestor of the Pu Family, with three wisps of long beard and clad in a crimson robe, glanced at the numerous cultivators below. "To us, they are like children watching an anthill—"
The other person was, astonishingly, a Purple Mansion cultivator from the Black Blight Cult. Countless black insects still writhed across his face, blurring his features beyond recognition.
His eyes were filled with impatience. "The blessed land has arrived. Why has that fated person not come yet?"
"Brother Teng, do not be impatient. Though the Tian Siblings have repeatedly been granted fortune by us, causing them to encounter one strange opportunity after another, they are ultimately only at the perfected ninth level of Qi Ingestion. Not only is their cultivation lacking somewhat, even their fate is a little short. With Mutual Slaughter layered atop the Human Pill method, they may not necessarily achieve Dao Foundation, and likely cannot truly open Misty-Wave Blessed Land. The last time this little sister borrowed that Gu-Poison Urn from Brother Teng was precisely to throw those two into