And the Five Elements Sect had never stopped recruiting disciples from beyond its gates.
Nine Extremes Immortal Domain.
Within a small city somewhere in Chaos Inlet, Flame Race territory.
A young man in black robes narrowed his pupils as a white-haired old man blocked his path. "What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"
"Little friend, I see that your root bone is extraordinary. You may possess heaven-defying talent. How about I sell you this Immortal World Entering the World Chapter? Hehe, it only costs one Low-Grade Immortal Spirit Stone."
"No need."
The man's expression cooled slightly. He cupped his fists, stepped aside, and silently left.
"Yan Zishan..." The old man clicked his tongue and smiled, murmuring, "His root bone was crippled from childhood, and he was scorned by his clansmen. Yet all he has done is refuse to bend or yield. He is a gutsy little cultivator."
"You brat have the makings to enter my Five Elements Sect."
The old man stroked his beard with a faint smile, shaking his head with a sigh. "After traveling for several hundred years, this one is the only passable candidate I've found. I should keep looking. Taking on the Patriarch's work truly isn't easy—it requires patience..."
He was precisely a Five Elements Sect outer disciple responsible for recruiting disciples, a cultivator of the Soul Nurturing Spirit Weeping Race.
They did not wait for others to come knocking at the mountain gate, nor did they care to assess any Immortal Dao Talent. Instead, they personally searched the world, looking for fate... Though the ones they sought were all exceptionally young. Heavenly Fiend Lone Stars and all sorts of bizarre oddities were among the people they paid attention to.
Suddenly.
He looked toward his Star Pivot, surprise flashing in his eyes before a trace of regret