Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1063 - 516: The Mahayana Cultivator’s Long-Held Wish—No One Can Become Immortal (2)

"We must proceed with caution."

"Once we depart, let us go our separate ways and remain hidden."

"First, we need to gather intelligence on this world."

"If there are no powerful figures here, then all living beings in this place shall be enslaved."

"However, should any formidable entities exist, we will conceal ourselves for the time being and wait for reinforcements from the Sect."

Zhao Haiping remarked with a sinister glint in his eyes.

This attitude was inherent to cultivators of the Thousand Illusion Sect—fearing the strong while bullying the weak.

In the presence of those superior to them, they would grovel and cower.

Yet, when facing the vulnerable, they would act with excessive cruelty.

Swish, swish, swish!

Without further idle chatter, the three exchanged a brief glance.

In reality, they had never been truly friendly companions.

At times, they might even fight to the death over merits or treasures.

Maintaining their alliance was purely out of necessity, as internal friction could prove detrimental to them all.

They quickly located the exit within the ruins, departing the Thousand Illusion Sect’s relic cave abode.

"What?!"

However, as Peng Yurong, Zhao Haiping, and Qian Gehui emerged, their pupils constricted at the sight of a mysterious, unfamiliar cultivator blocking their path.

They were unable to discern the stranger's features; it appeared as though a mysterious force surrounded him, distorting their ability to perceive him.

Their hearts tightened immediately, a sense of foreboding washing over them.

As cultivators who had lived for thousands of years, they were ancient relics themselves.

Having endured countless hardships and experiences,

they naturally sensed that the individual blocking their way harbored malicious intent.

It was clear the other party had deliberately been lying in wait to intercept them.

Yet, they had arrived via a teleportation array, and it seemed no one could have known their destination.

How exactly did this mysterious cultivator manage to pinpoint their precise exit location?

The expressions of Peng Yurong, Zhao Haiping, and Qian Gehui turned grim.

They prepared themselves for battle instantly.

The stranger was, of course, Jiang Fan.

Boom!

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he activated his lifebound talisman: the Heaven-Covering Wheel Talisman.

A vast void barrier enveloped all directions; intricate, mysterious runes manifested in the air, instantly forming a massive void cage that locked the entire area in place.

After all, the escape techniques of Void Refining cultivators were exceptionally formidable.

Without taking precautions, there was a high likelihood one of them might slip away.

Such an occurrence could result in a catastrophe for the Void Realm.

"So arrogant! He truly expects to imprison us?"

"This fellow is only an early-stage Void Refining cultivator; does he honestly believe he can handle the three of us?"

"We are being severely underestimated. Does he actually think he can kill us?"

Witnessing his actions, Peng Yurong, Zhao Haiping, and Qian Gehui were both stunned and enraged.

They felt a deep sense of indignation, believing they were being completely disregarded.

In their estimation, this mysterious cultivator was certainly enigmatic.

However, under the laws governing the Void Realm, he was merely a Void Refining cultivator, just like them.

Since they shared the same rank, they were confident they were his equals, if not superior.

Yet, by striking first and sealing the void, he had clearly marked them as prey.

To these sect disciples, such an act was an unbearable humiliation.

Boom!

In an instant, the three Void Refining cultivators launched their counterattack.

Terrifying domains surged from them—the Thousand Illusion Domains.

This was the signature power of the Thousand Illusion Sect; once unleashed, it would trap foes within an unending cycle of hallucinations.

It was a domain that affected the soul and was nearly impossible to avoid.

With three early-stage Void Refining cultivators compounding their efforts, the power of their domains melded, increasing their might exponentially.

This was the very reason the Elders of the Thousand Illusion Sect had sent these three to infiltrate the Void Realm.

The surrounding space began to shimmer, distorting like water.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Fan arched an eyebrow.

As the enemy's domain enveloped him, the environment shifted entirely.

The original landscape vanished, replaced by a dense, mist-choked forest where the branches of ancient trees clawed at the sky, and the air was thick with the scent of decay.

Faint, childish laughter echoed through the woods before twisting into chilling screams; the ground felt soft and precarious, as if one wrong step would plunge them into an abyss.

Simultaneously, over a million monstrous demons erupted from the void, their bodies twisted and marked with dark, corrosive runes.

Their presence turned the world into a stagnant realm of death as they lunged to consume Jiang Fan.

"Too weak."

Jiang Fan regarded the three cultivators with calm indifference.

He activated his second lifebound talisman: the Heaven-Supporting Pillar Talisman.

This talisman was derived from the immortal artifact known as the Heaven-Supporting Pillar.

Within a second, the talisman transformed into a dark golden rod that exuded the presence of a primordial divine object, covered in ancient runes inscribed with the power to suppress the heavens and earth.

Holding the golden rod, Jiang Fan appeared as an invincible, towering deity.

As he raised his arm, the rod tore through the air with a deep, booming roar, forcing the clouds to scatter.

With a sudden downward swing, the Heaven-Supporting Pillar struck the earth with earth-shattering force, causing the ground to spiderweb and sending plumes of dust into the atmosphere like a volcanic eruption.

"How can this be?"

The faces of Peng Yurong, Zhao Haiping, and Qian Gehui paled dramatically.

They sensed the rod carried the weight of an ancient celestial ape’s strike.

With that single blow, their Thousand Illusion Domains shattered like fragile glass.

They were unable to affect this cultivator; his soul was as unyielding as an ancient mountain, rendering their techniques utterly useless.

Even more shocking was the area hit by the rod; the void had splintered, black fissures spreading out while chaotic energy billowed from the cracks.

The illusory barrier intended to trap Jiang Fan collapsed completely, dissolving like a receding tide.

Boom!

Unable to withstand the destructive force, the three cultivators were slammed into the earth despite their protective magical treasures, each spitting out a mouthful of blood.

They had sustained severe injuries.

"Flee!"

Peng Yurong, Zhao Haiping, and Qian Gehui exchanged a look of pure terror, abandoning any sense of pride for the sake of survival.

This mysterious cultivator was no madman; his confidence was backed by truly terrifying might.

What kind of place was this Void Realm, where even a random cultivator was this formidable?

Continuing the fight would lead only to their demise.

They immediately attempted to use their escape techniques.

Thud!

Their efforts were blocked instantly by the void barrier.

They slammed violently against the invisible wall, which, being forged by the skilled-level Heaven-Covering Wheel Talisman, now contained the profound mysteries of Sealing Heaven and Earth.