In the distant northern frontier, a bitter and cold night was not entirely without reward. Lěng Yè, a calm and composed young man, learned an important piece of intelligence through a chance conversation with an innocent young girl. On this day of every month, the Yaotai Immortal Island would send envoys to nearby villages and camps to select those who showed potential and take them back to the Immortal Realm. Today happened to be precisely such a day.
This news was like a beam of light piercing the darkness, immediately arousing Lěng Yè's vigilance. He had originally been pondering how to sneak into this mysterious immortal island, never expecting the opportunity to present itself so swiftly. He immediately reined in his aura, blended into the crowd, and disguised himself as a seemingly ordinary cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even so, amidst this crowd lacking systematic cultivation methods, this level of mastery already counted as outstanding.
Before long, he noticed a subtle flaw in the teleportation array. An envoy from the Yaotai Immortal Island stepped out from it, heading straight for the camp where he was located. This envoy looked to be no more than a novice who had just stepped into the Golden Core Realm; his steps were unsteady, and his face was written all over with boredom toward his task and contempt for mortal beings.
Chapter 1365