“Greetings, senior.”
The moment Mo Tianxiao landed, the human figure walked over, clasped his hands, and greeted him respectfully.
“You are...?”
Mo Tianxiao looked at the slightly haggard, heavily bearded man before him, somewhat curious.
The man hurriedly introduced himself. “Senior, this junior is Tang Jin. I come from a mid-tier lower plane and have been here for nearly a thousand years since ascending.”
Mo Tianxiao pondered this. Tang Jin’s cultivation had only just reached the peak of the Saint Realm.
“I know you still have many questions, Senior. Please come with me. This isn’t a suitable place to talk.”
Noticing the expression on Mo Tianxiao’s face, Tang Jin lowered his voice and continued, “There are many alien races here. Other than the Feathered Spirit Race, the rest aren’t very friendly toward human cultivators.”
At that, Mo Tianxiao noticed the strange-looking creatures around them staring at him with ill intent.
If not for the aura of the Dao Mastery Realm emanating from him, some of these aliens might already have tried to make trouble.
“Let’s go.”
Mo Tianxiao paid no attention to their gazes. His priority was to understand the situation here. If he could find any news about his junior sister, master, and the others, that would naturally be ideal.
Tang Jin led the way, with Mo Tianxiao following behind.
The Void Land sounded rather frightening, but in reality, it wasn’t much different from a small world. The only differences were that there was no day here, only eternal night, and that the laws of Heaven’s Dao were absent. There was no energy known as spiritual power either.
Before long, Mo Tianxiao followed Tang Jin to a small residence.
After pushing open the door, he saw a tiny figure playing in the courtyard. The moment she spotted Tang Jin, she happily rushed over and shouted, “Daddy! You’re back!”
“Shuang’er, were you naughty while you were home alone?”
The girl looked about three or four years old and seemed clever and mischievous. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him with her bright, lively eyes.
“Shuang’er wasn’t naughty at all! I stayed home and waited obediently for Daddy to come back.”
“Hahahaha, I suppose you behaved yourself. Go play in the courtyard for now. Daddy has something to discuss with this uncle.”
Tang Jin introduced her to Mo Tianxiao. “This is my daughter, Tang Shuang. She just turned four not long ago.”
Tang Shuang stared at Mo Tianxiao with wide eyes, curiosity filling her gaze. “This uncle is human too! How come the aliens haven’t captured him?”
“Shuang’er, that’s rude. Call him Uncle Li.”
“Uncle Li~”
Tang Shuang pouted, clearly displeased. But under her father’s stern gaze, she still called out in a sweet, childish voice.
Mo Tianxiao was slightly taken aback by her words. It seemed that humans were in a truly difficult position on alien territory.
Seeing that Tang Shuang’s cultivation was only at the Qi Refining Realm, Mo Tianxiao took out a piece of clothing from his spatial ring and transformed it into a size suitable for a child.
“This is our first time meeting, and I don’t know what you like, Little Shuang, so I’ll give you this piece of clothing.”
“Once you put it on, just imagine the style you want in your mind.”
Mo Tianxiao gave Tang Shuang the Thousand Illusions Sacred Garment, a quasi-sacred artifact that had accompanied him for some time.
Tang Jin was startled when he saw Mo Tianxiao give away a gift of sacred-artifact quality so casually. He was both flattered and alarmed.
“Senior, this gift is far too valuable. We can’t accept it.”
Resources were incredibly scarce in the Void Land and were almost entirely controlled by the alien races. To the humans living here, even a quasi-sacred artifact was an incomparably precious treasure.
“It’s only a piece of clothing. Just accept it.”
Mo Tianxiao placed the garment in Tang Shuang’s hands. It was merely a quasi-sacred artifact, and he had no use for it anymore. Not to mention, as long as he had the materials, he could refine sacred artifacts himself—perhaps even supreme treasures.
“Why aren’t you thanking Uncle?”
“Thank you, Uncle Li! Uncle Li is a good person!”
Tang Shuang took the new clothes and bounced back into her room. She wanted to change into them immediately.
“Ah, that girl...”
Tang Jin shook his head helplessly, his expression filled with complicated emotions.
“Senior, please come this way.”
With that, Tang Jin invited Mo Tianxiao into a private room and began explaining the general situation of the place.
“The Void Land exists specifically for ascenders from lower planes. There are countless Void Lands throughout the universe—so many that they’re impossible to count. Within the Feathered Spirit Starfield alone, there are more than a thousand.
“The Void Land we’re in is designated as Number Twelve within the Feathered Spirit Starfield, and it’s administered by the Twelfth Division of the Feathered Spirit Race’s Void Land Guard.”
As Tang Jin continued explaining, Mo Tianxiao gradually gained a clearer understanding of the place.
Normally, humans would ascend to human territory, while alien races would ascend to starfields governed by their own kind. But there were no absolutes. Mo Tianxiao’s ascension to alien territory was an uncommon occurrence.
Of course, given the countless lower planes throughout the universe and the enormous number of ascenders, even the small number of humans who ascended to alien territory still amounted to a considerable population.
Moreover, there were quite a few people like Tang Jin who had settled down, married, and had children in the Void Land.
“Looks like my luck isn’t very good.” Mo Tianxiao gave a self-deprecating smile.
Tang Jin shook his head. “Senior, our luck is actually pretty good. As far as I know, among all the alien races, only the Feathered Spirit Race is even somewhat tolerant toward humans.”
“If we had ascended to territory governed by another alien race, humans would have had no choice but to become slaves. At least in the Feathered Spirit Starfield, humans still have a place to survive.”
“Oh? There’s actually an alien race that’s so reasonable?”
Mo Tianxiao’s impression of the Feathered Spirit Race improved considerably.
Considering how similar the Feathered Spirit Race looked to humans, he could somewhat understand their attitude.
Mo Tianxiao and Tang Jin spoke for a long time, and he came to understand the rules of the Void Land.
In truth, the Void Land had no rules and no order. There was only the absolute law of survival of the strongest.
There were three ways to obtain cultivation resources. The first was to invade lower planes and seize their resources. The second was to rob other cultivators or alien races. The third was to trade resources with other cultivators.
The Feathered Spirit Race paid no attention to what happened in the Void Land. They only recorded the information of ascenders and did not collect source stones from the cultivators living there each year.
Source stones were equivalent to spirit stones in the Profound Yellow Realm—or, to be more precise, they were formed from the compression and condensation of incredibly pure spiritual power. They contained a higher-level power known as source force, which could be used by cultivators above the Saint Realm for cultivation.
“I see. Then why did no one invade the lower plane I came from?”
Mo Tianxiao was rather curious. The Profound Yellow Realm was a top-tier lower plane. Logically speaking, the Feathered Spirit Race should have taken advantage of his ascension to invade the Profound Yellow Realm and seize its resources.
“It’s said that more than two thousand years ago, a group of ascenders from the Profound Yellow Realm who had arrived in the Shama Starfield killed more than a dozen Dao Integration Realm cultivators from the Shama Race. Even the young master of the Shama Race died in the Profound Yellow Realm.”
“That incident was precisely why the alien races no longer dared to invade top-tier lower planes so easily. That’s probably why the Feathered Spirit Race didn’t invade the spiritual continent Senior came from.”
Tang Jin waved his hand, enveloping the residence in a layer of power. Then, he spoke cautiously.
“The reputation of the Profound Yellow Realm has spread throughout the alien races. The Shama Race issued a kill order and contacted every alien race, ordering them to investigate the Void Lands located in alien territory.”
“Verify the identities of every human ascender. They’re desperately searching for ascenders from the Profound Yellow Realm.”

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