The Pigeon King flapped its wings and soared in the sea of clouds.
Li Mu and Hua Xiangrong sat on the pigeon's head, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the blue sky and white clouds around them.
They were on the way to the headquarters of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals.
The day before yesterday, Li Mu returned to the Magic Sun Hall and told the old faker and Dongfang Yeren about Mie Wuyu. The old faker didn't say anything. Dongfang Yeren didn't dare to make the decision himself, so he reported to the Immortal Halls behind the headquarters of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals. After getting permission from the Immortal Halls, Mie Wuyu became half 'one of them'.
At this time, Mie Wuyu was riding on a double-headed griffin, following the Pigeon King.
His face was emotionless, as if he was in a trance.
Dongfang Yeren sat on his Azure Luan and led the way.
The old faker stayed on Meteor Island and didn't go with them.
This time, they were going to the headquarters of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals to cultivate and prepare for the Immortal Ancient Battlefield.
It felt like a village cadre going to study in a city.
The headquarters of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals mastered many secret skills and cultivation methods, as well as unimaginable Blessed Lands and all kinds of cultivation resources. It could be said that it was like the holy temple in the Immortal Realm, which could help immortals improve their cultivation and strength in a short time.
That was why Li Mu and the others went there.
The headquarters of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals was located on the edge of the chaotic central area. It was a small world that was opened up by a character who stood at the peak of the immortal path. It was not accurate to say that it was a small world. It was said that it was a secret realm of immortals built on the basis of the great blessed land of the immortal world before the era of immortal collapse.
It was called the Blessed Land of Ten Thousand Immortals.
The Blessed Land of Ten Thousand Immortals was located near the Central Chaotic Zone, guarding the passages leading to the continents and acting as a bridgehead to suppress the resistance army.
Dongfang Yeren led Li Mu and the others to the outside of the Blessed Land of Ten Thousand Immortals.
With a special token, they opened the tactical deployment of the secret realm and entered.
"What a rich divine aura! What a clear Dharma!"
Li Mu couldn't help but exclaim when he entered the Blessed Land of Ten Thousand Immortals.
In front of him was a lush and beautiful world. In terms of scenery, the Meteor Island was not worse than this place. But the Dharma was so rich that it was like a liquid ocean, and the Dharma was so complete that it was almost flawless. It was as if they had come from a misty world to a perfect environment with zero PM.
Every time Li Mu took a breath, he would feel "full".
The divine qi instantly filled Li Mu's body.
"When I first came here, I was just like you."
Dongfang Yeren laughed.
Li Mu said, "In such an environment, cultivation doesn't need fairy crystals anymore, does it? The purity of the energy in the air is no less than that of Immortal Crystals. You can cultivate at any time, anywhere. "
Dongfang Ye Ren said, "Not only that, but the air here can also be compressed into immortal crystals through a special spell formation for the cultivators outside to cultivate with."
Li Mu was shocked.
This was wealth, this was the foundation.
Didn't all the immortal cultivators, even the Immortal Emperors and the sect masters of the super powers, cultivate hard and manage their sects for the sake of wealth? Everyone needed Immortal Crystals to cultivate. In order to fight for this cultivation resource, countless disciples had sacrificed their lives.
In the end, in this mystic realm, it was not even as good as the air.
Pa pa pa!
The Pigeon King flapped its wings and a thunderous rumble came from its body.
A new power flowed through the giant pigeon's body.
It actually evolved?
Li Mu was stunned.
Not only that, but the two-headed gryphon that Mie Wuyu was riding also underwent a transformation. In an instant, it was purified, and its wings turned golden. It grew another head, turning into a three-headed gryphon that reverted to its ancestral form. Its strength soared.
On the other hand, Dongfang Yeren's Cyan Luan didn't change much since it wasn't his first time here.
Dongfang Yeren said, "All the divine birds and beasts that come to this mystic realm for the first time will evolve. This is because this place has the most complete laws of heaven and earth. They can instantly awaken their ancestral bloodline and power. This is a great opportunity for them."
After the evolution, the Pigeon King's body didn't expand. Instead, it shrunk slightly. However, its feathers were emitting a strange lustrous radiance, as if they were made of some kind of jade-like Immortal Gold. Mysterious Immortal Dao Patterns were faintly discernible under its wings, allowing it to fly faster and more steadily.
There were faint silver wind blades swirling around its body.
Li Mu could clearly feel that the pigeon's realm and cultivation had skyrocketed. It was now comparable to an Immortal Emperor.
This was terrifying.
This was a great opportunity.
However, Li Mu also knew that it was because the ancestral bloodline and genes in their bodies had taken effect. Most of the exotic beasts improved their strength through this kind of evolution. For them, cultivation was of little significance and the effect was not obvious.
But the conditions and requirements for such evolution were too harsh.
Many rare birds and beasts could only evolve once or twice in their entire lives.
On the other hand, human cultivators, in such an environment, could steadily improve their cultivation through cultivation. This would allow them to go further and reach higher heights.
A red-crowned crane was leading the way.
There were no warships in the mystic realm of the Immortals Blessed Land, nor were there any troops patrolling. The surroundings were quiet and empty. It was a peaceful scene, devoid of the smell of battle.
Those who were qualified to enter this place were all extremely powerful individuals.
There was no point in the existence of troops and generals here.
Li Mu and his group of three birds and four people arrived at an island under the guidance of the red-crowned crane.
This was the base of the Shrines.
In the mystic realm of the Immortals Blessed Land, the relationships between the major forces were complicated. There were seven real top forces, including the Immortal-Subduing Pagoda behind the Demon-subduing Pavilion and the Shrines behind Dongfang Yeren.
The island was called the Island of the Gods.
The island was covered with ancient trees and undulating mountains. There were no city walls. There were farm-like residences everywhere, perfectly integrated into the natural environment.
"Fellow Taoist, please follow me."
The red-crowned crane landed and turned into a young man in a white robe and a black hat. He bowed to Dongfang Yeren and then led the way.
The cultivation of this young crane was actually in the Immortal Emperor Realm.
Li Mu was speechless.
A random person who looked like a follower had such cultivation.
The young crane led the group to a lake on the island.
There were a few small boats on the lake, and an old man in a straw raincoat was fishing, happy and contented.
On one of the boats, a middle-aged man holding a long spear was pulling fish out of the mouths of several cormorants, as if he was a cormorant who fished for a living.
"Martial Uncle Ye."
The young crane said loudly.
The middle-aged man pushed the boat to the shore and jumped in.
"War God Ye."
Dongfang Yeren hurriedly bowed. In front of this middle-aged man who looked like a cormorant, he did not dare to be the slightest bit disrespectful.
The middle-aged man nodded, and his eyes fell on Li Mu and Hua Xiangrong. He looked them up and down, and his eyes shone. He said with great satisfaction, "Haha, not bad, not bad. No wonder they are the talents who defeated Mie Wuyu of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda. They are indeed extraordinary. I am very surprised that there are such handsome people in the outside world. Not bad, they can be cultivated."
Dongfang Yeren heaved a sigh of relief.
Battle God Ye was famous for being picky in the Shrine of Ten Thousand Gods.
As long as Li Mu and Hua Xiangrong could pass him, then the cultivation secret realm and the arrangement of resources would definitely be unimpeded.
Mie Wuyu stood on Li Mu and Hua Xiangrong, his face calm and indifferent.
He was originally a talent of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda and was specially nurtured.
Given the relationship between the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda and the Shrines, one could imagine what kind of attitude the Shrines had toward Mie Wuyu.
But things were different now after all.
Mie Wuyu took the initiative to betray the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda, and he also gnashed his teeth and wanted to slap the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda in the face.
For the Shrines, he had value.
As a former disciple of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda, it could be said that it was very embarrassing to set foot on the Gods' Island.
Especially when the middle-aged man with the surname Ye mentioned the matter of Li Mu defeating Mie Wuyu. But Mie Wuyu's expression was like a rock, without the slightest change, as if this matter had nothing to do with him at all.
War God Ye looked at Mie Wuyu with a cold expression.
He said to the crane teenager, "Okay, take Mu Mu and his wife to the Aether Liquid Pool, wash away the mortal dust, and then go to the War God Temple on the Spirit Spring Mountain to cultivate."
When Dongfang Yeren heard this, he hurriedly winked at Li Mu, asking him to thank him.
Obviously, this War God Temple was definitely an extraordinary cultivation secret realm.
Li Mu bowed and thanked him.
He left with the crane teenager.
Then he heard War God Ye say, "Yeren, take Mie Wuyu to the Bitter Spring. The resources of the Shrines will not be used by outsiders. If you want to be recognized, then go to the Bitter Spring first. If you pass the test of the Bitter Spring, take him to the Realm Palace to cultivate."
Bitter Spring?
Realm Palace?
Li Mu thought that there must be something special about it.
He didn't care much about Mie Wuyu.
Li Mu was thinking about something else —
According to the information revealed by Dongfang Yeren and the old faker, this time, Wang Shiyu, Little Nine, Little Demon Ancestor, Ye Wuhen, and the others would all come to the All Divine Palaces to cultivate and improve their cultivation. But no one knew what identity they would use, what reason they would have, and when they would come?
Could he meet them in the following time?
They were silent all the way.
After half an hour, Li Mu and the woman arrived at the Aether Liquid Pool.
The so-called Aether Liquid Pool was a spring about ten meters in diameter. The spiritual spring water gurgled from the ground, and the water was so clear that the bottom could be seen. The mist visible to the naked eye, like a layer of mist shrouding the water surface, looked extremely beautiful, full of mysterious aura.
The crane teenager said, "Two Taoist friends, you can wash yourself in this pool for a day. One day later, I will come again and take you to the War God Temple."
After that, he turned and left.
Around the Aether Liquid Pool, the vegetation was lush, and the environment was quiet.
Li Mu looked at Hua Xiangrong, picked her up, and jumped in with a splash.
The water in the pool was warm.
A surge of power instantly went deep into his body through his pores.
"What a powerful spiritual spring water."
Li Mu let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Based on the Aether Liquid Pool this time, the headquarters of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals had really made the right decision to come.
One hour today, three hours tomorrow.
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