Outside the southern side of Clearwind City, cultivators arriving from every quarter packed the foot of the mountain where the spirit division realm Secret Realm lay.
"Brother Luo Bai, you look so young, yet you possess such strength, like a brilliant star shining with the radiance of a wealthy scion. How could you possibly be a rogue cultivator?!"
Several burly men surrounded a handsome, dashing young man like ravenous tigers pouncing on prey, clicking their tongues in wonder as though they had discovered a priceless treasure.
"You flatter me, Brother Xu. Young as I may look, I've actually trudged along the path of cultivation for fifty or sixty years, only managing to reach the spirit transformation realm after great hardship.
Once we enter the Secret Realm, I'll be counting on you brothers to look after me!"
The avatar of Ying Ming Hao, whose appearance had changed completely, smiled faintly. His smile was as warm and welcoming as the spring sun.
He had arrived long ago and cleverly slipped into a group of thirty or forty spirit division realm rogue cultivators.
"Brother Luo Bai, that's easy enough. Just stay close behind us when the time comes, and we'll make sure you're looked after!"
The burly man surnamed Xu thumped his chest, brimming with confidence, like an indestructible mountain.
East of Clearwind City, clouds and mist swirled around the foot of the mountain housing the heavenly immortal realm Secret Realm, making it resemble an immortal paradise.
"Brother, I see demonic aura surging all around you, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, majestic and imposing. Your strength, however, seems a little lacking.
Why not join us so we can look out for one another? We're all of the demon race, so we ought to help each other!"
A demon