"Old man, I'm afraid these aren't cultivators of our Eternal Ancient Human Race..."
"Huh..."
At those words, every cultivator of the Lineage was dumbfounded. It really seemed they were not.
But wouldn't that make this matter even stranger—far more serious?!
Their eyelids twitched slightly as their Primordial Spirits entered the Star Pivot, ready at any moment to report this to the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance.
Mine tunnel.
The cultivators of Undying Mountain were even more bewildered, while Qin Ming and the others stared with their eyes wide open.
What the hell... What did they eat... to grow that huge?!!
The appearance of these dozen or so Mountain Clan cultivators made the sky above their heads seem to darken.
"Damn it, a cosmic colonial zone..."
"Could even the Immortal Realm have them?!"
The expressions of Undying Mountain's cultivators changed slightly, turning somewhat unsightly. By the rules of the universe, they were slaves.
But in that instant, Qin Ming's killing intent arose.
"Ascenders from the lower realm?"
Just as the atmosphere became taut as drawn swords and cocked bows, a Mountain Clan being suddenly spoke. It stared at Qin Ming. "You haven't even severed the shackles of your own Immortal Dao, yet you dare harbor killing intent? Aooong~~~!"
Rumble...
That Mountain Clan being actually roared. Its terrifying might cast the entirety of Undying Mountain beneath the shadow of death. Qin Ming let out a muffled groan, spat out a mouthful of blood, and cold sweat already covered his forehead.
Undying Mountain's leader had been severely injured by a single roar. An air of despair gradually spread—this was Qin Ming, a legendary figure of the universe's Heavenly God Human Race!
In the distance.
"Shan Ye, do you know where they came from?" That grandfather slowly turned his head, enlightenment already glimmering in