Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1447 - 671: Sect Development, a Thousand Integration Lords, and Two Hundred Thousand Refining Void Experts

"This."

Upon hearing this, Jiaochenyuan’s expression became extremely grim.

It could tell the other party wasn’t lying, their tone was incredibly sincere.

If it truly refused, and ended up in the hands of that mysterious Sect Leader of the Primordial Talisman Sect, it wouldn’t be able to control its own life or death.

Honestly, it had heard countless terrifying rumors about the Sect Leader of the Primordial Talisman Sect.

Anyone who fell into his hands rarely came out well.

As the saying goes, recognizing the trends makes one a true hero.

If this human cultivator in front of it was truly sincere, becoming his spirit pet wouldn’t be the worst outcome.

As a great Tier Seven Flood Dragon, it knew how to adapt to circumstances.

After all, in its weaker days, it compromised countless times and hid away numerous times.

Charging blindly wouldn’t allow it to survive the dangerous Endless Sea Region.

Endure for the moment.

Once a method is found later, it won’t be too late to break free from this human’s constraints.

Confronting the situation head-on would ultimately lead to its own loss.

It had finally advanced to a Tier Seven Demon Beast, not to be refined into elixir by humans.

"Don’t worry, come with me to the Primordial Talisman Sect first."

"It’s not too late to make a decision afterward."

Tang Zirui smiled.

He understood exactly what these Tier Seven Demon Beasts were worried about.

But he didn’t care.

As long as they knew the current power of the Primordial Talisman Sect, they would surely comply.

Of course, even if they remained stubborn, he could always choose to switch to another Tier Seven Demon Beast.

After all, more and more Tier Seven Demon Beasts were emerging during this time.

He did not absolutely require this Tier Seven Flood Dragon.

Swoosh!

After saying these words, Tang Zirui’s figure flickered, and he immediately left this sea region, flying toward a nearby island.

"Boss, that Tier Seven Flood Dragon has been captured by a cultivator from the Primordial Talisman Sect."

"Haha, isn’t it expected? We warned it so many times not to advance to Tier Seven, but it insisted. Now it faces this fate."

"Yeah, the Primordial Talisman Sect is the true overlord of the Endless Sea Region. They won’t allow a Tier Seven dominator to emerge in this region. Once detected, their cultivators come to capture them without exception."

"It’s true. Over the years, countless Tier Seven dominators have been captured. Even if they resist a little, it’s futile; they simply can’t win."

"But at least they aren’t dead. The Primordial Talisman Sect only captures them alive to make them Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts. At least they get to keep their lives."

"But that means losing freedom entirely. I’d rather die than become a human’s pet beast."

"But if we don’t break through, our lifespan will eventually run out, and we’ll die."

"Then let’s wait. After we can’t hold on any longer, breaking through won’t be too late."

"Exactly, exactly. At least we can enjoy ourselves for a while."

"The human sects in this era are far too powerful; we demon beasts aren’t their match at all."

In the deep sea, numerous ancient Tier Seven Demon Beasts were having a heated discussion.

They had lived so long that they were familiar with the Primordial Talisman Sect, having even witnessed many Tier Seven dominators being captured by humans, leaving them with lingering fears.

As a result, each controlled their own cultivation, avoiding a breakthrough to Tier Seven.

As for those Tier Seven Demon Beasts who didn’t heed advice, they were each captured by humans, becoming their mounts.

This is the situation of the Endless Sea Region now.

Though demon beasts are the majority in this sea region and seem to dominate the land on the surface,

in truth, humans are the ones who hold all the power.

Humans have absolute control over high-tier demon beasts like them.

They simply refrain from taking action because they intend to breed them.

......

Not long after, Tang Zirui flew back to a nearby large island.

This was the Tier Seven island he personally constructed—Celestial Talisman Island.

From a distance, it didn’t resemble an ordinary island with lush peaks and crashing waves on sandy beaches. Instead, the entire island, from its foundation beneath the sea to its peak in the clouds, was filled with cities, restrictions, and laws.

Above the sea, the island stretched for thousands of miles, its outline resembling a gigantic ancient spirit beast lying dormant, its back arched, and limbs stretched out, covered entirely by layers of city walls, palaces, towers, and pathways.

Not a single inch of bare earth, not a single wild plant; as far as the eye could see, all grand constructions were forged from mysterious iron, embedded with spirit jade, and outlined with divine gold.

The edge of the island was encircled by a vast main city wall spanning thousands of miles, towering over a thousand feet high and over a hundred feet thick. The wall wasn’t smooth stone, but instead was covered with intricate as hair, vast as stars, ancient runes.

Each brick of the wall had an individual formation engraved upon it, with millions of such bricks linked together, forming the pattern of the earth’s veins. Atop the city wall, every thousand miles stood a towering sky-reaching tower, its tip piercing the clouds, its body flowing with golden, azure, black, crimson, yellow, blue, and purple radiances, corresponding to the cores of the seven-tier grand array.

The entire island used the Seven-tier World Stabilizing Grand Array as its skeleton, the Heaven and Earth Spirit Veins as its blood, and the Rune Dao Principles as its skin.

In the void, runes hung suspended like a star river.

Pale golden, dusky blue, and dark purple dao scripts slowly flowed, flickering, reorganizing, sometimes swimming like tadpoles, sometimes coiling like dragons, sometimes transforming into ancient text, sometimes forming the shapes of birds, beasts, tigers, and dragons. When runes clashed, they were silent but possessed the sound of Dao, with faint thunder, bell chimes, and phoenix calls intertwining, resonating in one’s ears, causing the soul to tremble and dare not gaze directly.