Staying In The World Of Cultivation

Chapter 77: Selection of Independent Cultivators

Su Fan stood in the crowded bone boat, surrounded by Independent Cultivators.

With so many people squeezed together, the smell of sweat and stench intertwined, making it difficult to describe the sensation.

Fortunately, the bone boat began to descend shortly after taking off.

With a loud bang, the bone boat shook for a moment and then came to a steady stop.

Clang!!

Several doors on the bone boat opened almost simultaneously, and the Independent Cultivators swarmed out.

Following the crowd, Su Fan walked outside and immediately felt an extremely rich spiritual energy rushing towards him.

Taking a breath, every pore on his body trembled.

In his sight were towering peaks, as if they had been carved by someone, with thick clouds and mist swirling around their tops, nestled against the green mountains, as if piercing through the clouds.

From the white clouds, the sound of cranes could be heard, with lingering echoes that were clear and melodious.

Dozens of peaks, both near and far, were as green as if they had just been washed, with varying shades of blue surrounding them, setting off the depth of the valleys.

And there was no bone-chilling cold of winter here, but rather a warmth like spring.

Su Fan sensed the presence of formations in the mountains, continuously absorbing the scattered spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Within the rich spiritual energy, there was even more vitality and vigor.

This indicated that beneath this mountain range, there was a hidden Spirit Vein.

This was the ancestral gate that had been passed down for thousands of years. Any random place here was located on a Spirit Vein.

The location where the bone boat docked was a suspended port in the middle of the mountain. The surrounding mountains had been flattened, forming a flat square.

At this moment, there were many people standing on the square, all of them wearing black Dao robes, the cultivators of the Shifting Yin Sect.

They organized the Independent Cultivators who had disembarked from the bone boats into orderly lines and led them to the end of the square, where a mountain with a straight edge stood.

In a place with a diameter of several meters that seemed like an entrance, the space seemed to twist together, constantly fluctuating, like ripples on a lake.

This should be the entrance to the Secret Realm.

According to Liu Quan's description, these small Secret Realms were all taken from the largest dangerous place in the Western Wasteland, the Ten Thousand Li Demon Abyss.

When the Great Principle Heaven invaded the cultivation world, they would always choose the western part of the Western Wasteland as the support point for the spatial passage.

Almost every few thousand years, the Great Principle Heaven would open the spatial passage and invade the Western Wasteland, with countless ferocious and hideous extraterrestrial demons rushing eastward, attacking the heartland of the cultivation world.

At such times, regardless of human or demon conflicts, immortal or demonic disputes, Independent Cultivators or Evil Cultivators, or the witch and barbarian tribes, all the sects and races of the cultivation world would temporarily set aside their grievances and jointly resist the invasion of the Great Principle Heaven.

The areas in the Western Wasteland that were originally filled with Spirit Veins also became the main battlefield for both sides.

Countless wars have brought disaster to the cultivation world time and time again, especially in the western part of the Western Wasteland, which has been completely devastated.

A large area of land without spiritual energy, which is now the Ten Thousand Li Demon Abyss.

Because the powerful beings on both sides acted without restraint, many areas were even shattered, forming fragments of varying sizes.

The Demonic Sect of the Western Wasteland used various means to move these fragments of space into the sect, creating Secret Realms of different sizes for the disciples to undergo trials.

Thinking of this, Su Fan's heart stirred.

Except for a few states on the eastern edge of the Western Wasteland, almost the entire region is controlled by the Demonic Sect. Especially the most powerful Demonic Sects are all located on the edge of the Ten Thousand Li Demon Abyss.

And according to Old Ye's description, the Sword Sect is mostly located on the eastern part of the Western Wasteland and the western edge of the Central Plains.

Could this arrangement also be related to the invasion of the Great Principle Heaven?

The ferocious and cunning Demonic Cultivators, who have strong survival and adaptability, are at the forefront.

And the Sword Sect, which has the strongest individual combat power and is skilled in elite team operations, is positioned behind the Demonic Sect.

This arrangement, if attacked by the Great Principle Heaven, should be able to delay the invasion of foreign demons from the outside world to the greatest extent, buying time for the entire cultivation world.

Of course, all of this is just Su Fan's wild speculation.

At this moment, the independent cultivators lined up in long queues finally started moving, one by one entering the entrance of the Secret Realm.

Su Fan was in the middle and rear of the queue, slowly moving forward with the long line.

Suddenly, he looked up as if there was a phantom that flashed by in the air.

Su Fan used his "Thunder Vision Technique" to look up and saw dozens of disc-shaped Law Weapons flickering with spiritual light flying back and forth in the air.

At this moment, inside the Shifting Yin Sect's mountain gate.

Giant light screens condensed in places with dense crowds such as the outer affairs hall, the scripture hall, the transmission hall, and the market inside the sect.

Countless disciples of the Shifting Yin Sect gathered under the light screens, pointing and laughing at the screens.

The rules for independent cultivators entering the Secret Realm are simple: as long as they can walk out alive from the other end of the Secret Realm within the specified time, it counts as a success.

It sounds simple, but not many can actually walk out alive.

Although they can be sent out of the Secret Realm by crushing the jade token in their hands when they encounter danger, many times, even if the jade token is crushed, only a corpse or even a body part is sent out.

Under each light screen, there are also gambling points where the disciples of the sect can place bets on the independent cultivators in the Secret Realm. There are various ways to bet, such as betting on life or death, betting on victory or defeat, and betting on time.

The disc-shaped Law Weapons will randomly select individuals from the crowd of independent cultivators.

Whenever the camera stops on a certain independent cultivator and fixes on them, that cultivator will be assigned a number for the disciples of the sect to bet on.

The independent cultivators fight desperately to change their fate.

But for the disciples of the sect, scenes like this are just entertainment.

Although the strength of the independent cultivators varies, watching them being torn to pieces by the monsters in the Secret Realm is the most primitive performance for the disciples of the sect who have been cultivating day and night.

Of course, similar scenes also occur during the various competitions within the inner and outer gates of the Shifting Yin Sect, but with more spirit stones at stake.

In a square within the inner gate of the Shifting Yin Sect, some inner disciples also gathered to place bets under a giant light screen.

Senior Sister took a bored yawn as she looked at the huge light screen in front of her, and rolled her eyes at the inner disciples who were placing bets.

"You guys have nothing better to do. What's so interesting about a bunch of independent cultivators? You guys have fun, I'm going back to cultivate."

Senior Sister turned around to leave, but at this moment, the camera in the light screen passed over a familiar face.

She immediately became interested and shouted at Liu He, who was betting in the distance.

"Liu He, come over here..."

Upon hearing Senior Sister's call, Liu He hurriedly ran over.

"Senior Sister, you called me..."

"Is that chef also participating in the selection today?"

Seeing Liu He nod, Senior Sister smiled and looked at him.

"You didn't ask your father for help, did you?"

Liu He smirked and didn't deny it. Such a trivial matter wasn't a big deal.

"Big Brother saved my life, so I helped him a little. It's only fair..."

Senior Sister was quite sharp and immediately deduced something from Liu He's words.

"Don't tell me, he also helped you with that great achievement you made..."

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