Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 857 Chapter 348: Treasure Box Explosion! Immortal Miasma Invades the Immortal Realm! Buddhist Practitioner!_3

A breath flickered with the might of thunder.

One carried the boundless expanse of time.

"Swallow."

With a mere thought from Zhao Feng, the World Tree unfurled two branches, swiftly integrating the two Principle Seeds into the World Core.

"Now that the Minor World possesses the Heavenly Dao, it will no longer need to slowly refine spiritual objects. It should take at most half a year, perhaps a full year, to fully refine these two Principle Seeds and absorb their contained Power of Laws into the World Law," Zhao Feng mused silently.

Then, he withdrew his divine thought from the Minor World.

"Next is to dispatch some grand gifts to the Immortal Realm."

"I do hope they enjoy them."

Zhao Feng let out a cold chuckle.

Immediately afterward, he summoned the Tianxuan Mirror.

Tianxuan Mirror: Low-Grade Innate Qi Fortune Spiritual Treasure. [Possesses the power to divide sub-mirrors, create cultivation space, transmit items, teleport items across realms, and predict events.]

Bolstered by the Qin Dynasty's National Fortune, the Tianxuan Mirror had undergone its ultimate evolution, becoming an Innate Spiritual Treasure.

It was precisely due to this advancement that the Tianxuan Mirror acquired a new capability: the ability to transfer items across realms.

Previously, a barrier existed between the Immortal and Mortal Realms. Despite the interconnectedness of the Tianxuan Sub-Mirrors, once Zhao Feng sent Ying Bu and his companions to the Earthly Immortal Realm, the Tianxuan Mirror lost its communication abilities.

However, after its ascension to an Innate Spiritual Treasure, this limitation naturally vanished.

"Immortal Miasma, consider this Qin's first gift to you Immortals and Gods," Zhao Feng sneered.

With a sweep of his hand, the invisible Immortal Miasma was expertly divided and sealed within tens of thousands of porcelain bottles.

"Ying Bu."

Zhao Feng's voice echoed through the Tianxuan Mirror.

At that precise moment, in the Earthly Immortal Realm, upon the Nan Zhanbu Continent, within a bustling city, a lively tavern scene unfolded.

"Immortals' Liquor House presents fine wines, come and taste them!"

"Premium Spiritual Brew, fresh from the cauldron!"

Numerous young attendants called out on the street, drawing in a crowd of eager guests who had already gathered outside the establishment.

Their attire bore a striking resemblance to the Qin Zhou period, and all were of the Human Race.

The Immortals' Liquor House.

The very name hinted at its origins, likely established by the loyal soldiers of Qin Yanting.

Before their arrival, they had meticulously transported a vast quantity of resources, prepared by Zhao Feng and stored within their Tianxuan Mirrors.

These included fine wines, Spirit Stones, and potent pills, all intended to secure a firm foothold in this new realm.

"Finally available for purchase!"

"Shopkeeper," one guest inquired with evident dissatisfaction, "when will your exquisite wines be available on a more regular basis?"

"Hahaha," Ying Bu responded with a genial smile, "esteemed customer, the art of brewing fine wine requires time. The Immortals' Liquor House prides itself on producing only select batches."

Some time had passed since their arrival in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

A day in the heavens equated to a year on earth, if one were to roughly estimate.

Upon their touchdown, Ying Bu had promptly convened his subordinates, focusing on establishing a stable base of operations.

Amidst his genial conversation with the patrons, Ying Bu sensed something amiss. He immediately issued an instruction to an aide before excusing himself to head into the tavern's private chambers.

Once inside the inner chamber, Ying Bu promptly summoned the Tianxuan Mirror, and Zhao Feng's visage materialized upon its surface.

"Your subordinate offers greetings to the Master," Ying Bu declared, kneeling respectfully.

"How fares everything?" Zhao Feng inquired with a smile.

"Reporting to the Master, all is proceeding smoothly," Ying Bu confirmed.

"However, several dozen of our brethren met unfortunate fates shortly after our arrival," he added, his expression laced with regret.

"What transpired?" Zhao Feng's brow furrowed in concern.

"Demonic creatures, Master."

"These demonic creatures run rampant throughout this Immortal Realm."

"After you conveyed us to the Immortal Realm, the brethren were not entirely consolidated and became scattered. Some fell into remote mountains and forests, perishing at the hands of these demonic beasts," Ying Bu explained forthwith.

"Hmm," Zhao Feng nodded contemplatively.

The Immortal Realm, he knew, was home to countless races, and these so-called demonic creatures were undoubtedly members of the Demon Clan.

"Are you currently situated within a human city?"

"And in which country are you located?" Zhao Feng pressed for details.

"This subordinate resides in a territory known as the Yellow Wind Country, a modest nation with a population numbering in the tens of millions," Ying Bu responded promptly.

"The customs here bear a resemblance to our own Qin, though their script evokes the Shang and Zhou periods—rather intricate," he elaborated.

"Yellow Wind Country?"

Zhao Feng's mind raced, pondering this information. A realization began to dawn upon him.

"Yellow Wind Country, Huang Fengling."

"Indeed, it is precisely so." Zhao Feng mused internally.

However.

At this present moment, the Yellow Wind Country had not yet devolved into a barren expanse of yellow sand, still retaining its human inhabitants.

Clearly, it had not reached that calamitous stage.

"Are there any cultivators within this Yellow Wind Country?" Zhao Feng inquired.

"Reporting to the Master."

"Cultivators do exist, though they do not operate openly, but rather from the shadows."

"Moreover, it appears there is a sect backing this Yellow Wind Country, annually selecting individuals with spiritual roots for cultivation within their domain."

"Based on the duration I have spent residing within the Yellow Wind Country, it is a remarkably peaceful and tranquil place." Ying Bu reported with utmost respect.

"Hmm." Zhao Feng offered a nod.

Concerning the sect's recruitment of disciples.

Zhao Feng could already surmise a portion of the truth.

Raising an eyebrow.

The Yellow Wind Country presented a facade of peace, yet those spiritually gifted children chosen each year were likely destined for a grim fate—their blood and flesh perhaps consumed, their spiritual essence extracted.

"Yanting's expansion proceeds persistently, mirroring its actions in Shenzhou."

"With the Immortals' Liquor House operating overtly, and Yanting working surreptitiously, paving the way with Spirit Stones, recruiting subordinates, rapidly expanding Yanting, and discerning the prevailing conditions within the Earthly Immortal Realm."

"Furthermore, there is one crucial directive I must impart to you today."

A grave expression settled upon Zhao Feng's face.

"Kindly impart your instructions, Master." Ying Bu responded without hesitation.

"Ten thousand bottles of Immortal Miasma have already been transferred into your Tianxuan Mirror. Devise a method for its distribution."

"Ideally, this Immortal Miasma should permeate the entirety of the Earthly Immortal Realm," Zhao Feng declared with profound gravity.

"Master, what precisely is this Immortal Miasma?" Ying Bu queried, a flicker of curiosity in his voice.

Zhao Feng opted not to articulate his explanation verbally. Instead, he directly conveyed the potent effects of this Immortal Miasma through the Tianxuan Mirror.

Upon witnessing this demonstration.

Ying Bu's eyes gleamed with revelation.

"Master."

"With this potent Immortal Miasma, the Immortals and deities of this Immortal Realm shall undoubtedly sustain grievous casualties," Ying Bu declared with a sneer.