At this moment, the earth veins in the distance writhed. Standing atop them was a group of over a hundred cultivators who were clearly "handsome and imposing," yet carried the weathered, "impoverished" air of people hardened by countless hardships. At first glance, one might have thought they were cultivators fleeing some disaster!
But upon closer inspection—
They were all tall and powerfully built, yet their skin was dark and dull, with gray marks between their brows left by years of smoke from mine fires.
Their hair was disheveled, as though it had not been tended for ages. Their robes had long since been worn pale and mottled by time, yet a heavy spiritual light faintly seeped from them, as if they had been patched together from shards of ore.
These cultivators had deep, steady gazes, bearing an innate keenness toward Heaven and Earth's precious mines—a resilient aura forged from witnessing earthfire and heavenly thunder, enduring the collapse of dark veins, and still being able to rise calmly afterward.
—The moment they appeared, even the surrounding immortal qi seemed to mingle with the scent of immortal soil and ore.
What a group of rare blooms!
"Mining Clan?"
"The Immortal Realm has countless races, but there should be no such clan in my Three Thousand Immortal Territories."
"Fellow daoists, you certainly cut fine figures."
Several Sect Old Ancestors spoke with meaningful undertones. In an instant, they nearly went to investigate the ancestral line of this "Mining Clan" for countless generations. Yet this Wild Clan was not that Mining Clan, so they were destined to find no crucial information.
"Ji Long, a registered disciple under the Immortal Venerable, greets you, fellow daoists." One of the Sky Luan immortal beast clans, it was said to travel above the Five Heavens, using rosy clouds