Chen Xun's immortal voice suddenly rang through the sea of consciousness of all his people in the Eastern Wasteland.
At that moment, endless rainbow lights of magical power surged from the mountains and rivers in every direction. Not a single cultivator hesitated; orders were carried out without fail.
The earth rumbled.
"Taiyu, Xian Jue, let's move the ancient texts and cultivation arts first!" Above one of the Heavenly Dao Sects, Mo Fuyang called out anxiously. "There's no use moving those ancient halls or Spirit Veins...!"
He was directing the Five-Elements Puppets into the major forbidden grounds of the Primordial Sealing Heaven Dao. This Dao lineage had endured for at least a hundred thousand years; who knew how many powerful cultivation arts it had gathered? Those were what the Five Aggregates Sect needed most now.
Yet Taiyu and Xian Jue were frantically tearing up the earth veins. Whenever they saw a Spirit Vein or ghost vein, they uprooted it...
"What's the point of taking those books?!" Taiyu's gaze sharpened as he lifted an entire Spirit Vein. "Spirit Veins are the most important things for cultivating the Immortal Dao. Those ancient cultivation texts aren't worth much."
He wore the profound black robes of a sect elder, his wide sleeves billowing like black clouds in the breeze. Yet a trace of admiration shone in his eyes. Before the Dao Ancestor, his appetite had truly been too small.
The old man actually intended to sweep away the immortal cultivation resources of an entire region. This was the magnificent spectacle of cultivation—he liked it!
Alas!
Mo Fuyang let out a heavy sigh. No wonder the Dao Ancestor always said Taiyu did not know a single written character. So he had only been blessed by his racial talent and the opportunities of the Desolate Heaven Domain—this