"Fellow cultivators, is this your cave abode?"
"Oh, what race of cultivators are these...?"
"Judging by their pupils, they do not possess our Primordial Spirit Eyes. They should not be cultivators of the Primordial Myriad Races."
"Never mind... it is unimportant."
Today, quite a few Primordial Cultivators had come here. Only after pushing aside the leaves did they discover a "cave abode" hidden beneath the tree, along with two tiny lifeforms so inconspicuous they were practically invisible.
Boom!
A blessed grotto heaven descended from the sky.
"Fellow cultivators, you should relocate first. This blessed land contains spiritual veins, as well as pass tokens for the cultivation holy grounds within our city. An Immortal Pavilion is to be constructed here now, so we will not keep you two any longer."
A deep, resonant voice rang out. Its owner seemed to have a poor temper and had no desire to waste words on such weak lifeforms. Take the "compensation" and leave on your own.
"They should be natives from down the mountain."
"Mm. From their downward-looking appearance, they are far too primitive."
Several cultivators studied Chen Xun's robes with great interest. They held not a trace of Dao resonance, nor were they protected by any Heaven and Earth Rules. They looked nothing like refined artifacts, only as though they had been sewn together by hand, carrying a primitive air of making do with whatever materials were at hand.
Such native lifeforms were not uncommon in the Three Thousand Immortal Territories. It was enough to watch them for amusement; there was no need to humiliate them.
"Moo~"
Big Black Ox raised his nose, and the blessed grotto heaven instantly floated into the air. It seemed he had put it away.
"Hehe, quite intelligent."
"He has some tricks. Not bad, not bad."