Immortal Calamity Suppressing Heavenly Pass, northwest, independent cultivators' encampment.
The clamor here still shook the heavens. As far as the eye could see was a sea of people, hailing from north and south, every heavenly region, and every major race.
Scene after scene left Chen Xun and the others dazzled. They had never seen so many living beings of different races gathered in one place, and the order was remarkably well maintained.
After all, the weakest cultivators here were all in the Nascent Soul Realm. Not a single fool was present.
Every so often, they could see Dao Integration True Lords tear through the heavens and vanish into some corner of the independent cultivators' encampment. Their Great Dao Power was immensely vigorous; there were absolutely no weaklings among them.
The encampment stretched beyond sight. Information was bought and sold, stalls were set up on the spot, auctions were held, and more. Immortal Kingdom Military Court cultivators also maintained order here, and no one dared cause trouble.
"Ho."
Chen Xun and the others strolled leisurely through the independent cultivators' encampment. They even spotted several members of the Nine Heavens Shadowless Race. Their builds were simply too conspicuous, like small mountains.
Yet there were even larger creatures here. Still, no one knew just how vast this independent cultivators' encampment truly was.
Most of them carried Blessed Grotto Heavens with them. The borders of the Immortal Kingdom would not prepare any cultivation caves for them. This was the frontline battlefield, its atmosphere steeped in solemn killing aura, while both spiritual energy and vital qi were exceptionally violent.
Little Crane's gaze was exceedingly vigilant and guarded, her nerves remaining taut to the extreme as she transmitted, "Big Brother, why don't we find somewhere to rest...?"
"Alright, let's find somewhere to sit for a while."