Teleportation Island, the central hub of the Heavenly Domain.
Having heard Misty Red's account, Yi Feng had rushed here without stopping.
Because the registration point for Heavenly Poison Island was here.
He had thought that, as the Heavenly Alliance's secret base, Heavenly Poison Island's outpost on Teleportation Island would be grand and imposing. Yet it turned out to be nothing more than an ordinary brick house.
Fortunately, it was located on the main street.
From afar, he saw an old man in a cloth robe sitting cross-legged before the door, with a young boy standing beside him.
Though this was a main thoroughfare with countless cultivators coming and going, most merely cast a few extra glances at Heavenly Poison Island's registration point and did not stop.
First, in this world of mutual deceit and scheming, surviving was already difficult. Becoming a powerful cultivator was even harder. Few were willing to give up their lives for humanity's so-called greater good.
Second, Heavenly Poison Island's registration requirements were exceptionally strict. The minimum cultivation requirement was Dao Realm. Of course, that was mainly because those below the Dao Mirror realm were of little use to Heavenly Poison Island; experts from the Heaven and Earth Alliance could simply enter the Demon Realm and capture Demons and Monsters of that level.
As a result, even among those who registered, most failed to meet the requirements.
And Dao Realm experts who did qualify cherished their lives all the more after reaching such a level.
Of course, for anyone who truly met the conditions, the reward was exceedingly generous. Heavenly Poison Island would basically fulfill any reasonable request in the Heavenly Alliance's name.
Yet even so, finding even one person remained as difficult as finding a needle in the sea.
At that moment, the old man in