Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams-Chapter 352 - 200: Anomalies 2

Shen Wen’an had already stood beside Chu Yuanfeng, and the five of them clasped their hands in agreement.

"Go ahead. If there are any changes, promptly inform me through a flying sword message."

Lingshan Sword Immortal spoke solemnly.

Immediately, the five transformed into sword aura and flew towards Luoxia Mountain.

At the same time, news quickly spread throughout the cultivation realm of Danzhou.

From today, one of the Danzhou Upper Three Sects, the Cyan Ruo Sword House, will present a Dao Seal Jade Carving containing the secrets of the Nascent Soul Realm, sincerely inviting all loose cultivators of Danzhou to come and observe and comprehend.

Any loose cultivator able to gain some insight from the Dao Seal Jade Carving, if willing to join Cyan Ruo Sword House, will be offered a position as either an Outer Sect Steward or an Honored Guest Elder, depending on the situation.

Upon this news, the entire Danzhou cultivation realm was instantly in an uproar.

There have always been rumors that each of the Danzhou Upper Three Sects held secrets related to the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, very few people knew what these Nascent Soul secrets were.

Now, Cyan Ruo Sword House has generously presented this secret, freely sharing it with many loose cultivators.

For a time, Cyan Ruo Sword House won the praise of all cultivators in Danzhou.

In front of the mountain gate of Luoxia Mountain, the loose cultivators who had traveled far and wide to stand guard for a mere two spirit crystals were all ecstatic upon hearing this news.

Not to mention the Dao Seal Jade Carving containing the secrets of the Nascent Soul Realm, just the positions of Outer Sect Steward and Honored Guest Elder at Cyan Ruo Sword House were tempting enough for those loose cultivators.

As the saying goes, it’s easier to find shade under a large tree.

As one of the powerful sects among the Danzhou Upper Three Sects, Cyan Ruo Sword House.

Should one become an Outer Sect Steward or Honored Guest Elder of Cyan Ruo Sword House, walking around Danzhou afterward, few would dare to easily provoke them.

The reason loose cultivators remain as such is partly because they disdain small forces, yet find it difficult to gain acceptance from major forces, stuck in between.

Perhaps some dislike constraints and do not wish to be shackled by the rules of sect powers.

But regardless, Cyan Ruo Sword House’s move is enough to attract a large number of loose cultivators to it.

The pressure on Luoxia Mountain will plummet.

...

Western Wilderness.

The surrounding wind and snow and the pervasive cold had weakened, and He Zhongyi and Mu Chang could barely manage wind manipulation to advance.

"Elder Mu, is that the gathering place of the Muhe Tribe ahead?"

In the air, He Zhongyi looked toward the distant grassland, seemingly with yurts standing beside a winding creek, and hurriedly asked.

Mu Chang’s eyes narrowed slightly, his divine sense fully activated.

"No children or elders herding, no cattle or sheep..."

"They..."

Murmuring, he suddenly accelerated, rushing toward those rows of yurts.

He Zhongyi’s spell in hand shifted slightly, and he accelerated to follow.

Their figures crossed the babbling creek, appearing in the center of a ring of yurts.

All around was silent; not a soul was in sight, not even animals.

"Is anyone here!?"

"Sons of the Muhe Tribe!"

Mu Chang shouted as he looked around.

In truth, with his divine sense, he could already cover the entire gathering place.

He just couldn’t believe his tribespeople had all disappeared.

"Elder Mu, might the tribe’s people have migrated?" He Zhongyi tried to comfort him.

But Mu Chang, with a sorrowful expression, collapsed onto the grass, shaking his head and murmuring, "Even if they moved, they should have taken everything..."

"They..."

Mu Chang’s voice trembled, and he couldn’t continue his words.

Seeing this, He Zhongyi sighed softly, stepped toward the nearby yurt, and began to search carefully for any clues.

He pulled aside the yurt’s animal skin curtain and entered inside.

This yurt seemed to have been occupied by a girl before, as everything was neatly arranged, with some exquisite headpieces on the side table.

The fur-lined short boots by the bed were in order, with a fur short coat hanging nearby.

"No signs of struggle... they must have disappeared in their sleep..."

Looking at the scene before him, He Zhongyi pondered secretly.

Leaving the yurt, he saw that Mu Chang, initially sitting on the grass, was now standing dazed in front of a distinctly taller yurt.

"Elder Mu..."

He Zhongyi approached.

Mu Chang, with a grave expression, spoke, "The entire gathering place shows no signs of battle, no bodies."

"It proves the one who did this was very powerful, so much so that... my tribe couldn’t resist in the slightest."

"It’s certainly a cultivator."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Chang’s fists clenched slightly, a cold glint in his eyes.

After seeing the secret letter on that Western Wilderness Soldier’s body, he had already mentally prepared for the current outcome.

This trip was merely with a sliver of hope.

"I request Young Master Chongyi to temporarily wait in the air."

Surveying the familiar surroundings once more, Mu Chang clasped his hands and spoke.

He Zhongyi nodded, casting a wind spell to fly into the air.

Below, Mu Chang’s spiritual power surged, and earthy yellow light appeared in his hands.

A vast amount of earthy yellow spiritual power transformed into dragon-like forms, flying in all directions!

These spiritual power dragons surged out, burrowing into the surroundings of the Muhe Tribe gathering place, swiftly moving through the earth like living creatures!

As if earth dragons turned over, everything within the Muhe Tribe gathering place was quickly buried by the rising soil!

In the span of just over a dozen breaths, the standing yurts, fences, and carts were all buried underground.

Having completed all of this, Mu Chang slowly ascended into the air, joining He Zhongyi beside him.