At this moment, the earth veins in the distance writhed. Standing atop them were over a hundred cultivators who were clearly "handsome and imposing," yet carried the weathered, poverty-stricken air of people who had endured every hardship. At first glance, one might have thought they were cultivators fleeing disaster from somewhere!
But upon closer inspection.
They were all tall and powerfully built, yet their skin was dark and dull, their brows forever marked by gray traces left by mine fires.
Their hair at the temples was disheveled, as though it had gone untrimmed for ages. Their robes had long been worn pale and mottled by time, yet they faintly radiated a heavy spiritual glow, as if patched together from fragments of ore.
These cultivators had deep, steady gazes, carrying an innate keenness for the treasures of heaven and earth—a resilient air forged by countless encounters with earthfire and heavenly lightning, by surviving the collapse of dark veins and calmly rising to their feet again.
—The moment they appeared, even the surrounding immortal energy seemed to mingle with the scent of Immortal Land and ore.
What a bunch of Immortal Oddities!
"Mine Clan?"
"The Immortal Realm has countless races, but there should be no such clan in my Three Thousand Immortal Domains."
"You fellow Daoists certainly possess quite the bearing."
Several sect patriarchs spoke with meaningful looks in their eyes. In an instant, they nearly sent people to investigate the ancestral history of this "Mine Clan" for ten thousand generations. Yet this Vast Clan was not that Mine Clan, so they were destined to find no crucial information.
"Ji Long, registered disciple under the Immortal Venerable, greets you, fellow Daoists." As one of the Heavenly Luan immortal beast clans, it was said to travel above the five heavens, tread rosy