When Ye Han and the white-haired old man rushed through the Immortal Land's final defensive restriction, their registration tokens automatically traced patterns of spirit light that enveloped them, then vanished once they were inside.
Clearly, these registration tokens were single-use entry tokens.
The instant Ye Han entered the Immortal Land, he understood why the white-haired old man had said those things to him.
The Immortal Land was not open all the time. It opened only once every three thousand years, which meant no cultivator had entered it in the past three thousand years.
For a moment, Ye Han wondered whether he had entered the New Tower again. The instant he stepped inside, he felt incomparably pure heaven and earth spiritual energy that refreshed his heart and soul. He had only ever felt such heaven and earth spiritual energy in the New Tower and the Nethergod Devil Lord's cave abode.
And everywhere around him were heavenly treasures and medicinal herbs ten thousand years old, giving off intensely rich medicinal fragrances. They filled almost his entire field of vision.
Such lavish generosity finally made Ye Han understand why the Immortal Race was so powerful and ruled the entire Immortal Race Continent. This Immortal Land alone could nurture untold numbers of cultivators.
Yet the Immortal Race had offered it up to entice foreign-race cultivators, using its heavenly treasures and immortal land water to lure them into willingly becoming cultivators of the Immortal Race.
The member of the Immortal Race who had devised this method was truly extraordinary. It required not only exceptional boldness, but exceptional cunning as well.
Sure enough, the moment they entered, many cultivators were deeply tempted by these heavenly treasures and began harvesting them at once. After all, the terms of entry had already made it clear: any treasures, heavenly