"You're right! I've decided, I'm going to join Primordial World Temple!"
As soon as the young Loose Cultivators's voice fell, echoes echoed around him.
"Yes! Instead of waiting to die here, why not give it a try!"
"Emperor Clan were all destroyed by them. If you follow such a strong man, at least you don't have to look at the faces of those big forces anymore!"
"Let's go! Let's go together!"
In the square in front of Ruined Temple, hundreds of Loose Cultivators began to make a commotion.
At this moment, a cold snort suddenly sounded.
"A bunch of idiots."
The crowd parted automatically, and a middle-aged man wearing rich clothes and with a strong breath walked out.
He is the owner of a small Immortal Sects nearby, and Cultivation in the later period of Immortal King. He is also a prominent figure in this Star Domain.
"What kind of benevolent place do you think Primordial World Temple is?" The middle-aged man sneered and glanced at the crowd, "They slaughtered billions of people in the Emperor Clan, even the old, weak, women and children. Do you dare to commit suicide against such a evil star?"
Young Loose Cultivators gritted his teeth.
"At least they gave the low-level monks a chance. Emperor Clan has ruled for so many years, and we Loose Cultivatorss can't even grab training resources, so we can only survive among various Star Domains."
"That's right!" an old man next to him said angrily, "Three generations of my family are Loose Cultivators. My grandson is extremely talented, but because he can't afford Foundation Establishment Pill, he is trapped alive in Qi Refining Stage! I've had enough of this kind of life!"
"That's enough!" the middle-aged man shouted sternly, "You are looking for death! Myriad Races Council has given the order to form Desolate-Extermination Alliance. Primordial World Temple. You won't live long!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the crowd.
But soon, someone stood up.
"So what? Is Emperor Clan weaker than Myriad Races Council? The result? It was destroyed in three days."
"You're right! We Loose Cultivators are already in danger. Instead of waiting to be used as cannon fodder by the big forces, we might as well give it a try!"
The middle-aged man's face turned ugly.
He didn't expect that the will of these Loose Cultivatorss would be so strong.
"You will regret it." He said coldly, turned around and left.
But at this moment, a joking voice came from the roof of Ruined Temple.
"Regret? You should be the one regretting it, right?"
Everyone looked up suddenly.
I saw a red figure, and at some point, it was sitting on the roof of Ruined Temple.
It is Nezha.
He was holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand and shaking his legs while eating, looking harmless.
But the moment the middle-aged man saw him, his face suddenly turned pale.
"You... you are from Primordial World Temple?!"
"Correct answer." Nezha took a bite of the candied haws, "I will reward you with a happy death."
Before he finished speaking, a long spear burning with Divine Fire had penetrated the middle-aged man's chest.
The whole process didn't even take a breath.
The middle-aged man didn't even have time to scream, before he turned into a ball of fly ash.
There was dead silence in the square.
All Loose Cultivators looked at this scene stupidly, their minds went blank.
Nezha jumped down from the roof and clapped his hands.
"Okay, whoever wants to go to Temple, come with me. If you don't want to go, you can leave now."
He paused and a smile appeared on his lips.
"By the way, I forgot to say something. My master is in a good mood recently and decided to give you Loose Cultivators a chance. As long as you are willing to believe in Temple and practice our Cultivation Technique, you can gain the cultivation speed of Hundredfold Return."
"Hundredfold Return?!" A burst of exclamations broke out from the crowd.
"Is this... is this true?" young Loose Cultivators asked with a trembling voice.
"Believe it or not." Nezha shrugged, "Anyway, this is the chance. If you want to come, come with me now. If you don't want to come, don't regret it in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man Loose Cultivators was the first to rush over.
"I'll go! I'm willing to go!"
"I'll go too!"
"Take me one!"
Without any hesitation, all Loose Cultivators rushed over.
Nezha nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, then come with me."
He raised his hand, and a space portal opened in front of him.
"That's right." He turned around and looked at the excited Loose Cultivators, "Let me tell you in advance, Temple's rules are very simple. As long as you practice well and don't betray, you will have all the resources you want. But if anyone dares to play tricks..."
He pointed to the still-smoldering ashes on the ground.
"You have seen the outcome."
Everyone shuddered, but the determination in their eyes did not diminish at all.
In this way, hundreds of Loose Cultivators, followed by Nezha, passed through the space portal.
And similar scenes are taking place in every corner of the Firmament Realm.
Outside Tianyuan Star Domain, in a Black City that was just occupied by Temple.
Yang Jian stood on the city wall, overlooking the dense crowd below.
These people all came from the surrounding Star Domain to defect to Temple's Loose Cultivators.
A rough estimate is that there are at least hundreds of thousands.
"Coach, what should we do with these people?" A Humanity general came over and asked respectfully.
"Follow Marshal Yin's instructions, all register and arrange cultivation in batches." Yang Jian said calmly, "Remember, everyone must swear allegiance to Temple and burn a stick of incense in front of Divine Statue."
"Yes!"
At this moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd.
"Get out of the way! Get out of my way!"
A burly man, exuding the aura of Immortal Lord, roughly pushed aside the Loose Cultivators around him and strode to the city gate.
"I want to see your coach!" the strong man yelled at the top of his lungs, "Laozi is in the realm of Immortal Lord. If you Temple know who you are, you should quickly arrange an official position for Laozi!"
The surrounding Loose Cultivatorss all looked sideways.
But what's more, it's the look of sympathy.
This guy is probably going to be in trouble.
Sure enough, Yang Jian on the city wall slowly lowered his head and his eyes fell on the strong man.
"What did you just say?"
The strong man felt chilled by this gaze, but when he thought that he was still in the Immortal Lord realm, he suddenly became hardened again.
"I said, Laozi is the realm of Immortal Lord. If you Temple know each other..."
Before he finished speaking, the figure of Yang Jian had already appeared in front of him.
"Temple doesn't need people like you."
Punch out.
The strong man didn't even have a chance to react, and his whole body was turned into a ball of blood mist.
The surrounding Loose Cultivatorss were so frightened that they all backed away and no longer dared to make any sound.
Yang Jian retracted his fist and glanced at everyone.
"Remember, just because Temple has given you a chance, it doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Here, there are only two ways. Either practice hard and become a member of Temple. Or, die."
He paused and his voice became colder.
"There is no third way."
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to raise any objections.