Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 802 - 407: Easy Crossing the Tribulation, Obtaining Second-Grade Opportunity

At this moment, inside the Treasure Hall.

A group of nine Nascent Soul Cultivators from the Celestial Roc Race had assembled within these walls.

Their demeanor was remarkably calm; after all, tens of millennia had passed without anyone daring to stage an assault on the Treasure Hall.

Because of this, their duty of protecting the Treasure Hall was considered a trivial task.

"The deployment of three Divinity Transformation Ancestors is truly a move without precedent."

"It is not merely the ancestors of our Celestial Roc Race; the powerhouses of the Jiao Dragon Race, the Ice Soul Race, and the Immortal Fox Race have also mobilized. This is an event of historic proportions."

"There was no other choice. Those lesser races have become far too bold. Should they succeed, they might produce five or six Divinity Transformation experts, which would lead to the oppression of our four major Tier Five races. In such a future, where would our Celestial Roc Race find land to occupy? Therefore, we must absolutely prevent them from giving birth to Tier Five existences."

"It is a shame we are bound to guard the Treasure Hall, or I would surely have gone to witness the excitement. Such a magnificent spectacle is rarely seen."

"Alas, this is our responsibility. The Holy Land requires our vigilance to ensure no mishaps occur."

"Once the ancestors return in triumph, a celebration is in order. It would be best to butcher tens of thousands of humans; their flesh and blood are truly exquisite delicacies."

"Feasting on humans might not be so simple; perhaps you are unaware because of your time in secluded Cultivation, but every human within the Celestial Roc territory has disappeared. Their captor remains a mystery, but not a single human can be found now, as if they have been wiped out entirely."

"Impossible, can this be true? Have humans really vanished completely? Were there not many humans being raised like livestock? Who could have done this? Could it be that the Human Race is plotting a return?"

"It is honestly quite baffling. The tribe has been investigating the matter for some time, yet no evidence has surfaced. We have no inkling of who is responsible. Furthermore, the tribe’s attention has been fixed on the Silver Moon Wolf Race and their ilk, leaving little room to worry about minor issues like humans."

"True, compared to Tier Five existences, those pathetic humans are insignificant. However, I have a premonition that the Human Race might be staging a comeback that could lead to a great catastrophe in the future."

"You worry too much; mere humans are nothing and present no threat to our Celestial Roc Race. Even if a figure like Daoist Xuan Cheng were to rise again, they would simply be crushed by us; the West Continent shall eternally remain the territory of our Demon Race."

"Still, this situation warrants a thorough investigation. Once the ancestors have dealt with those inferior races, the mystery of the missing humans must be pursued to the very end."

The various Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Celestial Roc Race carried on their conversation with great fervor.

It was clear that they held a deep-seated enmity toward the Human Race.

This stemmed from the fact that previous human-led disasters had inflicted massive losses upon the Celestial Roc Race.

At the same time, they were aware that the Void Realm was vast and that the Human Race was still in a period of prosperity elsewhere.

While the West Continent lacked high-level human cultivators, humans remained a formidable force on other continents; for instance, many powerful Sects still thrived on the Eastern Continent.

Some even possessed mighty Divinity Transformation Cultivators.

Should a Divinity Transformation cultivator from the Human Race happen upon the Western Continent, it could trigger a catastrophic series of events.

Fortunately, the vast distance separating the Western and Eastern Continents meant there was no cause for concern regarding humans from the east encroaching upon their lands.

"Die."

Suddenly, a voice saturated with murderous intent echoed through the void.

The person taking action was, of course, Jiang Fan.

He had no intention of showing any leniency to these Celestial Roc cultivators.

He held the Sub-Immortal Artifact known as the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber, which he had obtained previously.

Although the artifact spirit of this Magical Treasure was initially defiant, years of discipline had forced it to begrudgingly obey Jiang Fan’s commands.

His habit of occasionally nourishing it with Qi Fortune Energy helped the spirit of the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber grow, which in turn increased its affinity toward him.

A massive amount of magical power was funneled into the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber.

This action tapped into a portion of the weapon's true strength.

A chilling Sword Intent blanketed the area, creating a crushing pressure that locked onto the nine Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Celestial Roc Race, stripping away any hope of flight.

"What is happening?"

The group of Nascent Soul Cultivators was instantly stunned.

Having protected the Treasure Hall for so long without incident, they never imagined an enemy would be bold enough to target the Celestial Roc Race’s treasury.

To them, such an act was synonymous with seeking death.

None of them expected that a mysterious and shadow-like foe would strike so soon after the three Divinity Transformation Ancestors had departed from the Holy Land.

In that moment, they were seized by a sense of impending doom; their souls and bodies shuddered as a lethal aura filled the air, leaving even these Nascent Soul level experts feeling powerless against the coming strike.

Boom~~

In the following instant, Jiang Fan unleashed the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber, which split into nine distinct saber shadows.

These shadows lunged toward the Celestial Roc Nascent Soul Cultivators, coalescing into a dark, lethal blade light.

In the blink of an eye, the streaks of light reached the group of cultivators.

"No way... is this real?"

"Am I... am I dead already?"

The Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Celestial Roc Race could only stare with wide eyes as the black blade light flashed past, realizing too late that their bodies had been effortlessly sliced in two.