Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

It was precisely because of the existence of this seal that Master Cheng Shan had chosen the dharma title Cheng Shan.

This was his long-cultivated and famous artifact!

The Green Mountain Seal flew out of Master Cheng Shan’s hand, swirling in midair, and soon grew to an immense size.

It changed from a miniature mountain that could be held in hand to a giant boulder several dozens of feet in size!

Such a massive stone seal, with just a casual strike, would possess unimaginable power.

Now, as it was being utilized by a Foundation Establishment Master, its power was naturally apparent under the reinforcement of the Foundation Establishment Realm’s mana.

The Green Mountain Seal had not yet fallen.

He Song saw a group of black-robed cultivators fleeing in panic from the periphery of the Immortal Pavilion, desperately running toward the outside of the pavilion.

These fleeing cultivators were the evil cultivators who had been engaged in a large battle with the Law Enforcement Team previously.

It could be due to inaccurate information.

Or it could be due to their excessive greed.

These evil cultivators had been wreaking havoc within the Immortal Pavilion for so many days, yet they still had the guts to stay here.

However, looking at their numbers, He Song frowned a bit.

The number of these black-robed cultivators was too small, only a dozen or so.

These dozen or so cultivators should not have posed such a massive threat to the Law Enforcement Team of the Immortal Pavilion.

While puzzled in his heart,

He Song’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes not even blinking, as he stared intently at the Green Mountain Seal in midair.

This was his first time witnessing a Foundation Establishment Master taking action.

In the past, due to never having left Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion, he had not even seen the full power of a Qi-refining late-stage cultivator.

Now that he had the chance, he naturally wanted to gain some insights.

Under the watchful eyes of many cultivators in the Immortal Pavilion like He Song,

the Green Mountain Seal that was originally floating in midair began to move at this moment.

It was not as heavy as He Song had imagined.

The enormous Green Mountain Seal was fast like lightning, and under the urging of Master Cheng Shan’s mana, it smashed toward the group of black-robed cultivators like a meteorite.

Those black-robed cultivators were also quite alert, seeing the Green Mountain Seal closing in on them; they instantly transformed into birds and beasts scattering in all directions, fleeing in every direction.

He Song looked closely and even noticed that each of them was escaping in different directions.

Apart from nobody running into the Immortal Pavilion, there was a fleeing cultivator in almost every other direction.

It seemed that each of these cultivators was adept at escaping, all knowing to scatter and flee.

Boom!

With a loud rumble,

the huge boulder transformed by the Green Mountain Seal slammed into the ground, creating a gigantic crater in the originally solid earth.

The massive boulder, relying on inertia, continued forward, plowing a deep trench in the ground. However, the seemingly powerful attack, was all thunder and no rain.

The strong attack that carved a deep trench in the ground, did not even touch a hair on those loose cultivators.

For a moment, the Immortal Pavilion cultivators who were watching all this were somewhat taken aback.

Even He Song, looking at Master Cheng Shan, could not help but feel a hint of astonishment in his eyes. A Foundation Establishment Master?

That’s it?

Even when using an artifact to smash people, he could miss?

What about your divine sense?

However, just as He Song was thinking so, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of something amiss.

A golden thread that was nearly invisible to the naked eye had connected all the fleeing black-robed cultivators at this moment.

If it hadn’t been for He Song’s peripheral vision noticing the difference between that golden thread and the surrounding environment, he might have completely overlooked it.

Moving his gaze away from Master Cheng Shan, He Song’s eyes turned, quickly confirming that he hadn’t seen wrong.

And it was at this moment,

that Master Cheng Shan’s cold snort sounded, as the golden thread vanished with a slight movement of his finger.

Immediately afterwards,

those black-robed cultivators who had been fleeing in all directions suddenly had their bodies separated from their heads, falling to the ground as rolling bloody gourds.

They didn’t even have the chance to let out a scream before they had already fallen dead.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen cultivators had their bodies and heads separated, and their corpses dismembered.

Among these black-robed cultivators,

some were at the Qi-refining late stage, while others were at the Qi-refining mid stage.

For He Song and the other cultivators living on the periphery of the Immortal Pavilion, these people had high cultivation levels and strong abilities.

If they were to face them head-on, they would have no chance of resisting.

The only thing they could do was pray that they wouldn’t catch their attention.

However, in the face of a Foundation Establishment Master, these cultivators, who had once been powerful and domineering in the periphery of the Immortal Pavilion, became like ants, easily annihilated by Master Cheng Shan.

With just a casual strike, Master Cheng Shan had turned these cultivators into corpses scattered across the ground.

For a moment, the entire Immortal Pavilion was as quiet as a pin drop.

Everyone had been stunned by Master Cheng Shan’s move.

A Foundation Establishment Master casually exterminating more than a dozen evil cultivators, showcasing the indisputable power of his realm.

He Song’s gaze swept over the bloody corpses of the cultivators outside the Immortal Pavilion, and he felt his scalp tingle.

Is this… the Foundation Establishment Realm?

What a domineering presence!

What a majestic style!

Such an amazing strength!

However, after annihilating these dozen or so evil cultivators, Master Cheng Shan looked into the distance and coldly snorted.

“You guys sure know how to run fast!” After saying this, Master Cheng Shan looked inside the Immortal Pavilion, his expression carrying a hint of blame.

“What are you standing around for? Hurry up and rebuild the Immortal Pavilion!” Leaving these words behind, Master Cheng Shan casually waved his hand, and dozens of storage bags flew up from the ground, landing in his hand.

At the same time, a earthy-yellow tunneling light fell directly into the exquisite courtyard in the center of the Immortal Pavilion.

It wasn’t until Master Cheng Shan’s figure had completely disappeared a moment later, that the formerly silent Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion slowly “revived.”

After experiencing several days of devastation by the evil cultivators, the periphery of Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion had been almost completely destroyed.

The majority of the rental houses in the outer area were in ruins, and only a few unoccupied rooms remained intact.

However, now that Master Cheng Shan had returned, the safety of Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion had instantly increased countless times.

Even He Song dared to go out with Wei Fan and look around the outside world.

The outside was very safe.

As He Song followed Wei Fan out the door, both of their eyes flashed with a

hint of joy at surviving the ordeal.

However, when their gaze fell upon the ruined houses in the periphery of the Immortal Pavilion, they suddenly felt a surge of sadness.

“Alas, I wonder how many of my friends are still alive after this disaster,” Wei Fan said while walking side by side with He Song, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding broken scenery and sighing.

Although he had not warned those friends to leave the Immortal Pavilion in advance, although he had not chosen to shelter those friends, and although he had not done anything for those friends, he did not lack sighs of emotion.

Ordinary friends, unlike close friends like He Song and Meng Guan, held no sentimental value in life or death and no apparent benefit for their survival.

In the cruel Cultivation World, the only value lies within survival.

At the same time, disregarding the lives of others had almost become the most basic common sense for cultivators..