Yet those who could arrive here naturally had not entered blindly, nor were they rogue cultivators who had stumbled in by mistake, ignorant of its principles.
They had long made their preparations. Their immortal cultivation power was ready at any moment to conceal and disguise them.
The Demonic Path prized indulging the Dao Heart and cultivated countless methods. The one thing they shared was that, no matter what, they treated themselves as gods and harbored desires within. The aura in their power was either bloodlight accompanied by savage howls or swirling black qi, utterly unlike the clear light and mystic radiance of Immortal Path cultivators.
Yellow Springs of Wrongful Death—this region was steeped in deathly qi, without a single trace of life for ten thousand miles.
The tower ship hid itself within the void.
Without touching heaven or earth, the cultivators and disciples aboard had each altered their appearances, forms, and auras.
Just as the Immortal Path made its move here.
Disciples from other immortal sects also arrived one after another. Yet not every immortal sect was so fortunate as to land in an uninhabited place and avoid detection.
In truth, whether they were discovered or not was irrelevant. The moment the Demon Land appeared, no matter how well they hid, they would have to emerge.
Thus, the Four Lands of the Demon Sect had always allowed easy entry and easy exit. So long as someone wished to enter the Four Lands, there were no conditions whatsoever.
Those who could remain naturally possessed real ability of their own.
Whether in cultivation or ruthlessness, in the Demon Sect, acting against one's own interests was simply impossible to justify.
A crimson treasure boat crossed the sky from the horizon, red as blood, with figures standing side by side upon it.
A jet-black