Not only were there no people, there wasn't even anything on the island.
He was full of puzzlement.
Also full of confusion.
It also made him extremely uncomfortable!
Vowing to bring over a divine soul to figure out Yi Feng and the others' identities and strengths all at once, yet discovering that there wasn't even a single hair on the island.
This was like exerting all his strength only to punch a wad of cotton.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that since the divine soul didn't have a physical body or consciousness, no matter how strong it was, it feared wind and rain.
At that moment, the rain was pouring down harder and harder, accompanied by gusting winds that made Su Xuanjun shiver all over.
This feeling was like being stark naked on an frozen-over lake in minus 30 degree winter weather, the bone-piercing cold simply couldn't be described in words.
At the same time, this unpleasant feeling was directly transmitted to Su Xuanjun's body back in the Immortal Realm.
The most damn annoying thing was that there wasn't even any shelter from the rain on the island, so Su Xuanjun could only stand there freezing.
"Endure it."
"What's a little pain like this worth."
"Besides, it doesn't matter if they're not here for the moment, after all my divine soul can last a whole day, I refuse to believe I can't wait for them to come back in that time."
Having said that, he then gritted his teeth and squatted down in a spot.
After speaking, he couldn't help but shudder again.
Dongsheng Zhou.
Tianwu Square.
This square was built with funds raised by Dongsheng's sects in the past as a gathering place, basically any major events in Dongsheng, sect exchanges, and other such matters would be held here.
At this moment in Tianwu Square, it was divided into seven or eight camps with a few dozen people standing there. These seven or eight camps represented Dongsheng Zhou's seven or eight top powers.
While waiting, they started talking amongst themselves.
"Why would the Central Continent's major sects suddenly want to come to our Dongsheng?"
"Yeah, it really is puzzling, they even sent advance notice for us to welcome them, but we don't know what matter this is about at all."
"Who knows, just wait patiently, we'll find out when they get here."
"Right, even if we're not familiar with them, since they're the Central Continent's major sects, we can't be negligent, after all the powers over there aren't ones our Dongsheng can afford to provoke."
While they were talking and waiting, a massive aura suddenly came from the sky outside.
"They're here."
The welcoming crowd looked up one after another.
Then they saw seven green-robed men transform into seven rays of light flying over here, before landing in front of the crowd.
"Greetings, seniors from the Central Continent."
Upon seeing these seven men, the representatives welcoming them from Dongsheng bowed, with apprehension in their eyes.
It had to be said, these masters who came from the Central Continent were truly strong!
The six men behind at the very least had eight or nine levels of the Martial Emperor realm, and the man leading them made it so they couldn't even see his depth.
The green-robed man from the Central Continent leading them nodded expressionlessly, then let his gaze fall onto Dongsheng's welcoming representatives.
His complexion involuntarily sank.
"Are the people of Dongsheng Zhou this weak?"
"The ones welcoming us are actually a bunch of Martial Saints, the strongest just being a second level Martial Emperor?"
"Where are your sect leaders?"
An invisible pressure bore down on the crowd as the leading green-robed man let out a heavy voice.
The Dongsheng crowd immediately broke out in cold sweat, lowering their heads to stammer: "Seniors, apologies, our sect leaders have gone missing recently, so, so..."
"Yes, yes, yes, our sect leader also said he was just going out for two days but still hasn't come back after almost a month."
"Right, our sect leader too."
"If the sect leaders aren't here, shouldn't the elders still be around?" the green-robed man spoke heavily again, "Could it be you're the elders? But for an entire continent's major sect, the elders should at least be six level Martial Emperors, right?"
"Um, we're indeed not elders."
"To be honest, our elders have...also gone missing."
"Right, our elders also went missing."
They lowered their heads as they spoke one by one.
"Hmph."
"Nonsense."
The leading man immediately grew angry.
"It might make some sense for one or two sects' leaders to go missing, but for all your sects' leaders and elders to collectively disappear, are you fooling with me?"
"Or do you look down on me?"
His heavy voice rang out, the pressure forcing the crowd to keep their heads down.
But the Dongsheng crowd was on the verge of tears.
They really weren't lying, their sects' leaders and elders had truly gone out the door with no contact afterward.
They were also extremely anxious over this matter, not knowing what to do.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
