Those Who Pass Stay

Inside the restaurant.

Have you heard the latest news?

"The Immortal-Slaying Power is said to allow even those of us with no cultivation aptitude to wield immense power. Aren't you planning to go?"

The newcomer spoke enthusiastically to the seated person.

The person sitting down glanced at the newcomer and sighed.

"The news is everywhere now, how could we not know?"

"But we are ultimately just mortals. Even if such an opportunity existed, the chances of us actually having a chance to try are probably slim."

"But it's still much better than having no chance at all," the newcomer said.

The person sitting down suddenly asked, "Have you inquired about where this so-called Immortal-Slaying Power is located?"

Upon hearing this, the newcomer paused slightly, glanced at the other person, and asked.

"Have you already inquired about it?"

The seated person nodded, pointed into the distance, and said.

"From our place, using our current mode of transportation, it would take years to get there."

"So far?"

The newcomer looked startled.

"More than that."

The person sitting down shook his head again.

"This is all on flat ground. If we encounter mountains and ravines, it could take ten or even several decades to get through."

The newcomer now looked troubled, but clearly he had no intention of giving up, and said something else.

"Then can't we use the methods of those who cultivate themselves to get there?"

The seated man glanced at him and asked in return.

"How much? Can you afford it?"

The visitor suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh and spoke helplessly.

"Something that benefits ordinary people so much is actually so far removed from the world. It's just disgusting."

The place where the Immortal-Slaying Power converges.

The place is now bustling with activity, but unlike before, where cultivators used to swarm like moths, most of those who come now are either weak or have no cultivation at all.

They are now everywhere, scattered across the ground.

But now, that desolate area is no longer as deserted as it used to be.

A large number of mortals entered and were scattered everywhere. Although their pace was slow, they had already covered a considerable area.

"Are we just going to keep going like this?"

Someone looked up into the distance, shook their head, and looked somewhat helpless.

"These people who are spreading this information aren't explaining anything clearly. How can they be sure they can control the Immortal-Slaying Power?"

"This place is deserted; if we keep walking, there will be no water to drink and no food to eat."

Did the person who left behind this Immortal-Slaying Power truly consider the feelings of mortals?

Some looked helpless, while others walked forward step by step with resolute expressions.

"Mortals are of lowly status, and now, at the age of fifty, I have finally waited for such an opportunity. Even if I die, I must die on this path."

"I refuse to believe these rumors are just baseless!"

It's bustling here.

On the other side, Tai Jiuling finished his cultivation, looked at Gu De who was still studying the Immortal-Slaying Power beside him, and asked.

"You really don't plan to go out and see the world?"

"I'm not going."

Gu De didn't even turn his head; he just spoke up.

"He only pointed this far, not the outside world. If you don't cultivate spiritual power like this, your strength will decline over time."

Tai Jiuling continued.

Gu De did not answer the question, but simply said...

"If you want to go abroad, I will fully support you."

Tai Jiuling shook his head and said nothing more, then continued his cultivation.

More than three months have passed since I first joined.

During this time, the area had been thoroughly explored, but unfortunately, the source of the Immortal-Slaying Power that had been accumulated before was no longer found.

For the past three months, he has never left the area.

We have no way of knowing the specific situation outside at the moment.

However, one thing is certain: if one goes out rashly, one will likely be attacked by the Huaxia Sect.

This time, however, the situation is different. The armor he is wearing is enough to attract the attention of the Huaxia Sect.

Once they make their move, my fate will certainly not be the same as before; I will most likely lose my life.

Rather than that, it's better to stay here quietly.

After all, while staying inside this armor restricts movement somewhat, it doesn't prevent one from using the resources in the storage ring to cultivate.

As for time, having cultivated to this level, the concept of time is no longer so strong for him.

Of course, there was another important factor: he wanted to see if Gu De could really find a way to master the Immortal-Slaying Power.

However, after observing for so long, this Gu De really does resemble their Tai Clan's ancestor back then—he can take things and use them, but he can't find a way to cultivate them.

Tai Jiuling's guess was correct.

Gu De has indeed not yet found a way to cultivate this power, but he is not in a hurry.

He has cultivated himself for so many lifetimes, and has long since passed through countless years.

His previous anxiety stemmed from his inability to find a way forward, but the appearance of the Immortal-Slaying Power seems to have provided him with some insight.

Even so, he wasn't in a hurry. He had plenty of time here, waiting until the day he could truly gain complete control over this Immortal-Slaying Power.

The Huaxia Sect.

Inside the grand hall stood a large group of young teenagers.

Looking around, there wasn't a single person who seemed to be practicing cultivation.

Brush--

With a flash of light and shadow, Xia Xun's figure appeared in the hall.

For a moment, all the teenagers held their breath and lowered their heads slightly.

At this moment, an elder, who was leading the group of youths, spoke up.

"These were found according to the latest requirements. Their parents are both cultivators, and quite powerful ones at that, but the children themselves are the only ones who cannot cultivate."

Xia Xun nodded and spoke.

"Take them there."

After saying this, he left the hall.

The middle-aged man turned to look at the group of young people in the hall, and then spoke.

"Come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the force swept everyone up.

In an instant, the scene changed as if the stars had shifted.

When the youths came to their senses, they found themselves already gone from the hall to another place.

"Go in one by one."

The middle-aged man pointed to an area in the distance and said.

"Once you pass this next hurdle, you will receive the full support and training of my Huaxia Sect."

"Those who fail will be sent directly back to the manor."

Those who remain are the ones who pass.

Upon hearing this, all the boys present showed burning enthusiasm on their faces.

Soon, a group of teenagers formed a long line and walked quickly toward the building the middle-aged man had pointed to.

Among the crowd, a young man stared intently at a building in the distance, his fists clenched, his steps firm.

When he finally reached the vicinity of the palace, he let out a long breath and murmured softly.

"Thanks to my ancestors, I have been given this precious opportunity. I will definitely take back everything I have lost."