Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1091 - 530: The Future Battlefields of Myriad Worlds, Endless Opportunities (Part 2)

"Have we truly run into cultivators from ancient sects?"

"And even more shocking, they turn out to be Void Refining Cultivators?"

Daoist Xuan Cheng found himself at a loss for words.

Back in the day, Void Refining Cultivators had faded into pure legend.

For billions of years, nobody managed to break through; Divinity Transformation Perfection marked the absolute peak.

Yet now, Void Refining Cultivators keep emerging one by one—simply inconceivable!

To him, Divinity Transformation Cultivators feel completely obsolete these days.

A sect without its own Void Refining powerhouse likely teeters on the brink of destruction.

"Their power to return to the Void Realm..."

"Stems from the countless relics and cave mansions these ancient sects hid away in the Void Realm."

"Inside those relics and cave mansions lie cross-border teleportation arrays."

"Drawing on the might of those cross-border teleportation arrays, they cross the Endless Void to arrive in the Void Realm."

"Plus, the Void Realm stretches endlessly, immeasurably vast."

"Nobody can tell how many ancient cave mansions lurk there."

"Just one such ancient cave mansion suffices for those ancient sects to make their comeback."

Yin Zhao Feng laid it out clearly.

He realized the ancient sects' resurgence was inevitable.

No force could halt it.

Already, in some forgotten corner of the Void Realm, cultivators from distant worlds might have slipped in.

The Void Realm had turned into a leaky sieve, full of gaps letting anyone through.

"Did those ancient sects also prepare the cave mansions as their hidden reserves?"

"Were these ancient cultivators biding their time for an era just like this to return?"

Daoist Xuan Cheng drew in a heavy breath.

The profound mysteries of the Void Realm's depths left him awestruck.

Next to its grandeur, he amounted to nothing more than a trivial Divinity Transformation cultivator.

Truth be told, he could scarcely fathom the immense pressure weighing on Fellow Daoist Jiang.

Confronted by these relentlessly surfacing mighty foes, any cultivator would drown in despair.

One tiny misstep could spell total doom.

Little wonder the Primordial Talisman Sect, now a Void Refining Sect, stayed so profoundly low-profile.

They wouldn't dare expose themselves.

Keeping such formidable adversaries under wraps in secret.

Any reckless show of power would invite instant obliteration.

"Exactly so."

"That's precisely why our sect must remain utterly low-key right now, never revealing itself."

"Lest it draw the full attention of those ancient sects."

"Yet talking about it now changes nothing practical."

"I'm only a humble Golden Core Cultivator; battles like that are beyond me."

"For someone like me, concentrating on advancing my cultivation makes far more sense."

Yin Zhao Feng declared.

He knew his standing perfectly—a mere true disciple.

Talent aside, his current cultivation fell woefully short.

To even have a seat at that table, he needed at minimum Divinity Transformation realm.

A mere Golden Core was utterly negligible.

"So you're off to the Eastern Continent this time?"

"Legends say the Eastern Continent served as the heartland in ancient times."

"Ancient sects and holy lands dotted the Eastern Continent."

"Hence, it brims with endless hidden fortunes."

"Without the Primordial Talisman Sect's ascent, Eastern Continent sects would dominate as the mightiest."

Daoist Xuan Cheng instantly grasped Yin Zhao Feng's real intent in entering the Primordial Secret Realm: to exit it and venture to the Eastern Continent in pursuit of fortunes.

With myriad hidden powers lurking in the Eastern Continent, danger lurked everywhere.

Yet boundless opportunities awaited as well.

Strike it lucky, snag a fortune, and one could rocket to the heavens.

Countless Children of Fortune had skyrocketed this way.

Yin Zhao Feng boasted fine fortune and talent, but to push further, grinding away safely in the sect wouldn't cut it.

"Senior, the Eastern Continent is anything but ordinary."

"Sure, the Western Continent holds plenty of True Spirit Secret Realms, but so does the Eastern."

"Secret realm worlds from ancient sects hide throughout it."

"Most jaw-dropping of all, the Fallen Immortal Mountain Range lies within the Eastern Continent."

"Word has it an Immortal perished there long ago."

"That turned it into a forbidden zone."

"Naturally, it harbors untold opportunities too—many Eastern Continent cultivators have soared to immortality from its depths, luring hordes of seekers."

"Not even my master has ever stepped foot inside."

Yin Zhao Feng balled his fist, thrill surging through him.

For him, delving into the Eastern Continent meant plunging into the great unknown.

Fortune favoring, massive gains lay in wait.

"Has Fellow Daoist Jiang never set foot in the Fallen Immortal Mountain Range?"

"Too hazardous within?"

Daoist Xuan Cheng's expression grew grave.

Jiang Fan, a Void Refining Cultivator, reigned as the Void Realm's top power.

Even he shunned casual entry into the Fallen Immortal Mountain Range, underscoring its perils.

Something in there could surely menace even Void Refining experts.

"Dangerous, yes—but not a guaranteed death trap."

"Else, throngs of cultivators wouldn't flock to the Eastern Continent."

"Master probably skips it because his power is overwhelming."

"To the terrors buried in the Fallen Immortal Mountain Range's core, weaklings like ants mean nothing."

"But a Void Refining intruder? That sparks a full backlash."

Yin Zhao Feng ventured.

His hunch was that master's supreme cultivation kept him away from the Fallen Immortal Mountain Range.

The feeble might slip through without stirring much trouble.

"That makes perfect sense."

Daoist Xuan Cheng nodded; the theory rang true.

Like a Demon King's domain—lesser beings intruding barely registered.

But rival Demon King? Instant war.

A colossal clash would erupt without fail.

"Still, the Eastern Continent brims with deadly perils."

"It's no Primordial Talisman Sect turf, after all."

"Trouble strikes, and the sect might not reach you in time."

Daoist Xuan Cheng cautioned.

He knew full well the Eastern Continent overflowed with fortunes.

Seizing them, though, demanded grit.

One slip, and death—or Dao's ruin—awaited.

With Yin Zhao Feng's gifts, risking it all seemed unnecessary.

Steady, secure cultivation offered a solid path.

"Senior, I know that full well."

"But you're lowballing my abilities—and the sect's deep reserves."

"For this Eastern Continent trip, I shelled out heaps of contribution points for master-refined spirit talismans. Even dire straits, I escape unscathed."

Yin Zhao Feng spoke with utter confidence.

He held his master's prowess in deepest awe.

Master ranked as a supreme Grandmaster in Talisman Dao.

For this venture, he'd traded for stacks of spirit talismans.

Like the Substitute Death Talisman, fending off lethal blows by faking death up to nine times—even mortal peril gets cheated.

Or the Heaven-Reaching Bridge Talisman, blasting away tens of thousands of kilometers at danger's call.

The Heaven-Transforming Armor Talisman sheathes the body in protective armor against assaults.

And the Heaven-Collecting Gourd Talisman seals demons and more.

Every one a secret ace, a lifeline trump card.

"With that many spirit talismans swapped in, it's a whole other story."

Daoist Xuan Cheng nodded despite himself.

Long in the Primordial Talisman Sect, he knew its talismans' fearsome might.

Sect Leader especially—a Talisman Dao Grandmaster.

Talismans he forged harnessed heaven and earth's essence, brimming with infinite wonders.

Virtually indistinguishable from Immortal Talismans.

"This trip to the Eastern Continent isn't solo for me."

"Senior brothers already banded together for the Eastern Continent."

"Ahead of my own start."

"Mine is actually the later departure."

Yin Zhao Feng gripped his fist tight.

True disciples ranked in tiers mattered greatly.

Top ones scored more contribution points, more resource tilts.

Competition was key.

Shy away, and you'd trail forever.

Cultivation Realm resources were finite; no fight, no share.

Others might claim immortality—you'd just crumble to dust.