Just then, a disturbance from overhead caught Yang Lingrui's attention.
He looked up at the sky and saw streaks of golden light flying out from the colorful clouds like cannonballs, shooting toward battlefields in every direction.
Whenever they located an Eastern Wilderness Core Formation Cultivator, they flew straight at them, then burst apart as though transformed into masses of golden radiance.
At the sight, Yang Lingrui's brows twitched slightly, a strange gleam flashing in his eyes.
It was not that their deaths moved him. Rather, judging from the aura scattered by those explosions, these people were vastly different from ordinary cultivators. They seemed more like mortals.
Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Murong Qiuhan explained, "Most of them are mortals with Murong Clan bloodlines. They only gained their cultivation realms by practicing the Dynasty's secret arts."
"Our Murong Clan's Colorful Cloud Blessed Land contains a power of creation. Those who practice the secret arts can shed mortality and become immortals within it, but the price is their lifespan."
"If they remain within the Blessed Land, they are no different from ordinary cultivators. But once they leave it, their lifespans are rapidly consumed at a rate a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold, faster."
After hearing Murong Qiuhan's explanation, Yang Lingrui more or less understood the reason behind it.
A Blessed Land was an existence one level above a grotto-heaven, and every Blessed Land possessed its own unique rules.
The Tiger Chasing Dynasty's Colorful Cloud Blessed Land was the Murong Clan's main stronghold. Other than the imperial family's main branch, all branch lines and collateral kin lived within the Blessed Land.
The person in control of this Blessed Land was naturally the Dynasty's sole Middle Three Realms cultivator, the Imperial Preceptor.
This grotto-heaven had never been opened to outsiders, nor had anyone