Chen Xun's immortal voice suddenly rang through the Sea of Consciousness of all his own people in the Eastern Wasteland.
At that moment, endless rainbow lights of dharma power surged from the mountains and rivers in every direction. Not a single cultivator hesitated; commands were carried out without exception.
The earth rumbled.
"Tai Yu, Xian Jue, let's move the ancient texts and cultivation manuals first!" Above one of the Heavenly Dao Sects, Mo Fuyang cried anxiously. "There's no use moving those ancient halls and spirit veins...!"
He was directing Five Elements Puppets into the various forbidden grounds of the Primal Sealing Heaven Dao. This Dao lineage had endured for at least a hundred thousand years. Who knew how many powerful cultivation arts it had gathered? These were what the Five Elements Sect needed most now.
Yet Tai Yu and Xian Jue were crazily tearing up the earth veins, uprooting every spirit vein and Ghost Vein they came across...
"What do we need those books for?!" Tai Yu's gaze sharpened as he hoisted up a spirit vein. "Spirit veins are the most important thing for cultivating the Immortal Dao. Those ancient manuals aren't worth much."
He wore a deep-black Sect Elder robe, its wide sleeves billowing like dark clouds in the breeze. Yet there was admiration in his eyes. Before the Dao Ancestor, his appetite had once been far too small.
The old man actually meant to sweep away the Immortal Dao Resources of an entire domain. This was the magnificent sight of cultivation. He liked it!
Alas!
Mo Fuyang let out a heavy sigh. No wonder the Dao Ancestor always said Tai Yu did not know a single character. He had merely been blessed by his race's innate talent and the opportunities of the Desolate Heaven Domain. So it was