Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 768 - 391: Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm After Five Years, One Billion People
Five years have slipped away in the blink of an eye as time continues its relentless march.
Deep within the lands of the Ice Soul Tribe on the Western Continent, a specific human farm was the site of a sudden upheaval.
Every demonic cultivator of the Demon Race stationed at this facility has been utterly slaughtered, leaving behind only the common mortals they once held captive.
A large number of cultivators from the Primordial Talisman Sect have arrived on the scene, working with haste to relocate these mortals to the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm.
Their swift movement is aided by a nearby projection of the Gate of Space.
By traversing through this Gate of Space, they can execute a rapid withdrawal from the area.
Even if the Ice Soul Tribe eventually detects that something has gone wrong, their trail will have long since vanished.
"Those filthy Ice Soul Tribe cultivators treated our kin like livestock—it is truly monstrous."
"Sigh, there was little we could do. We humans are far too weak on the Western Continent and are constantly hunted; without strength, mortals in the wild are doomed to enslavement."
"Fortunately, our Primordial Talisman Sect has begun to rise. From this day forward, no demon race shall dare to enslave humanity."
"We have already cleared the human farms within the Celestial Roc Race territory. Next, we will move through the other regions until every human farm is wiped from the Western Continent."
"Still, these mortals are in a pitiful state—nothing but skin and bones. They are so malnourished that they might perish from illness if left alone."
"Do not worry, we will have the Blood Crystal Spirit Deer provide healing. Their weakness stems from starvation; once they consume some spirit rice, their strength will return in no time."
"Haha, rescuing so many mortals while finishing our mission ensures we will receive a significant amount of contribution points."
The cultivators of the Primordial Talisman Sect were filled with a sense of triumph.
To them, this mission was a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. Rescuing their brothers and sisters while earning contribution points was a win-win scenario that every disciple fought to participate in.
After all, securing sect contribution points is no simple feat.
The competition for such rewards has become incredibly intense now that the sect's ranks have swelled so greatly.
Under the organized guidance of the Primordial Talisman Sect cultivators, columns of mortals were systematically stepping through the projection of the Gate of Space.
Amidst the crowd, one particular mortal was observing the surroundings with intense curiosity.
His name was Song Yuming.
"Boy, who would have guessed you'd possess such fortune?"
"To be liberated by a human sect."
"Had they arrived a moment later, you would have certainly perished, destined to be devoured by those demon cultivators."
A voice echoed from within his own body.
It belonged to a treasure he had stumbled upon by chance, the Five Fire Divine Thunder Saber.
The artifact had already merged with him, rendering it invisible to the eyes of outsiders.
This treasure claimed to originate from the Ancient Era, having suffered devastating damage in a great war before only recently regaining its consciousness.
It had chosen him as its host because he was born with a special spirit body—the Thunder Spirit Body, making him a natural genius of the thunder law.
Furthermore, he possessed the rare talent of a Celestial Spirit Root.
These traits were the reason the artifact had bound itself to him.
Finding a human cultivator truly compatible with the Five Fire Divine Thunder Saber was an exceedingly difficult task.
"Elder Dao, can this Primordial Talisman Sect be trusted?"
"I have spent my entire life here and have never once heard of a Primordial Talisman Sect."
"Where did these humans emerge from?"
"Are you certain they harbor no hidden malice toward us?"
Song Yuming inquired with a sense of wonder and doubt.
Even though these mysterious warriors had saved his life, his long years as a captive on a human farm made him naturally suspicious of sudden acts of kindness.
He could not be sure if these strangers were truly benevolent or if they had darker motives.
In this cruel world, even one's own race could be treacherous.
He had seen many traitors who chose to serve the demon race for their own gain.
"The Primordial Talisman Sect was a legendary super sect during the Ancient Era."
"It is highly probable that some human cultivators found its inheritance and have resurrected the sect in this age."
"Besides, regardless of their intentions, do you actually have the power to resist them?"
"You witnessed the gruesome end of those demon cultivators, didn't you?"
"Those were Six-winged Poison Bees, ranked among the top ten rarest insects in the Void Realm."
"It is truly staggering that the Primordial Talisman Sect can command such creatures and even raise them to the Tier Three stage."
The Five Fire Divine Thunder Saber spoke with profound emotion.
It was well aware of the nightmare that the Six-winged Poison Bees represented.
During the Ancient Era, they were viewed as a walking catastrophe by nearly all cultivators.
Their appearance usually signaled a massacre, and even Mahayana Cultivators would feel a chill down their spines at the sight of them.
To see someone capable of enslaving the Six-winged Poison Bees was beyond anything it could have imagined.
In truth, following Su Weiwei's breakthrough to the Golden Core Realm, she had successfully bred six hundred of these bees. They now frequently accompanied the sect's disciples to deal with any demon cultivators they encountered.
When the Six-winged Poison Bees attacked, they would burst forth with brilliant golden light.
A single strike was enough to kill even a Tier Three cultivator with their lethal venom.
Such was the terrifying power of the Six-winged Poison Bees.
Upon reaching the Tier Three stage, they became a source of absolute dread for most cultivators.
"Elder Dao is correct."
"They possess too much power."
"If they truly meant us harm, I would be helpless to stop them."
"But you said you are an ancient magical treasure. Can't even you stand against them?"