Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 947 - 474: Crossing the Tribulation with Ease, Gaining a First-Grade Opportunity

Snow Peak Village.

A infamous haven for Tribulation Cultivators, this place draws in countless numbers whose exact count remains a mystery.

Across the mountain summits, various dwellings dot the landscape, housing a throng of cultivators.

Right now, the highest summit hosts Daoist Cold Cicada alongside fellow Tribulation Cultivators.

"How many people have we captured recently?"

Daoist Cold Cicada uttered.

A chilling vibe of malice and slaughter radiates from him, like a force that slays without mercy or tally.

His words unleashed a mighty surge of magical energy, rattling the nearby space and sending shivers through the assembled Tribulation Cultivators.

It felt as though a single notion from him could wipe out every soul there.

These Tribulation Cultivators, wild and defiant at heart, would never bow to anyone out of choice.

Yet they yield to Daoist Cold Cicada solely due to his overwhelming might.

Thus, submission becomes their only option.

"Chief, things have gone smoothly lately; we've seized two to three hundred thousand individuals."

A subordinate leader reported without delay.

Lately, their forces spread out to snatch human cultivators from village after village.

No one knows the full extent of human settlements that have fallen under their control.

After all, wealth no longer tempts them—they crave only lives.

"Not enough, nowhere near sufficient."

"We need at least a million captives."

"Fail to reach that, and you'll pay with your own lives."

Daoist Cold Cicada bellowed in fury.

Dissatisfaction burned in him, for ripening the soul fruit fully demands the blood sacrifice of no fewer than a million human cultivators.

This step proves vital to his breakthrough into the Integration realm, allowing zero errors.

What's more, he fears detection by the experts of Profound Abyss City.

Hence, he pushes to wrap this up swiftly, ensuring the soul fruit reaches full maturity.

Once he steps into the Integration Realm, Profound Abyss City will hold no terror for him.

In fact, soon enough, its inhabitants might dread him in turn.

Until the scheme concludes, though, utmost caution is essential to evade notice from Profound Abyss City.

Luckily, the distance to Profound Abyss City remains considerable.

With vigilance, detection of their schemes here stays out of reach for Profound Abyss City.

As such, success odds exceed ninety percent, and nothing can halt his rise to Integration.

"Chief, Hu Zeren and his group have run into trouble."

"Their soul lamps extinguished not long ago."

"That means they've all met with disaster."

Just then, a leader shared the latest intelligence at once.

"Impossible—did Brother Hu and the rest face issues? What went wrong?"

"Weren't they just rounding up villagers? How did trouble strike out of nowhere?"

"Maybe some powerhouse hid among the villagers and took out Brother Hu and his crew?"

"It's possible; sometimes potent figures lurk unnoticed in those villages."

The Snow Peak Village leaders buzzed in heated discussion.

They hadn't anticipated such a twist so early, especially since Hu Zeren's team wasn't feeble, boasting multiple Divinity Transformation Cultivators. Ending them wouldn't come easy.

Certainly, Hu Zeren's demise alone wouldn't matter much, but the setback to the chief's grand design—that's the true concern.

"Fascinating; in these peaks, someone actually dares slay members of our Snow Peak Village? They're begging for annihilation."

"Uncover right away who’s behind this."

"When you do, wipe them out down to the final family."

"None who cross Snow Peak Village escape with their lives."

Daoist Cold Cicada seethed with wrath.

His scheme had barely launched when obstacles emerged.

Losing loyal underlings like this—it's intolerable.

Without a harsh lesson now, future chaos could erupt unchecked.

Deep in his thoughts, he felt this might signal his pre-Integration trial, a human calamity.

Overcoming it spells triumph; failure likely brings utter destruction, body and soul alike.

"Oh, if I, Daoist Xuan Yuan, had crossed you, could I have lived?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed, stirring a faint ripple in the void; this force slipped past the local barriers with ease, piercing straight into every cultivator's mind.

The many Snow Peak Village cultivators froze in shock, unsure of the occurrence.

Their spiritual senses probed outward, revealing a white-robed elder materializing from nothingness, hovering midair like a divine being.

To their senses, this elder in white merged seamlessly with the void, as if he embodied the realm itself, poised to shatter worlds on a whim.

"How can this be? Daoist Xuan Yuan, how did you reach here? How did you track me down?"

As the white-robed elder appeared, terror gripped Daoist Cold Cicada, his body quaking uncontrollably.

He could scarcely credit running into Daoist Xuan Yuan of all people.

This was an Integration Great Power.

A supreme authority spanning billions of kilometers, enduring for millennia.

He'd hidden within the Ice Crystal Mountain Range precisely to elude Daoist Xuan Yuan's pursuit.

Yet here the latter stood, manifesting without warning.

Swoosh!

In a flash, without a single word, Daoist Cold Cicada activated his supreme evasion art, bolting desperately from the scene.

He understood now that all deceptions had crumbled.