"In the future, if these grotto-heavens and blessed lands dare to cause trouble in the world of immortal cultivation again, the Flowerfruit Mountain might have to eliminate such evil by wiping out these forces!" His voice was calm and arrogant.
It had been more than sixty years since he came to the world of immortal cultivation. Jiang Ming now had the ability to protect himself. It was time to make a new name for himself.
"The Flowerfruit Mountain?" When these individual cultivators heard this name, their bodies trembled.
Why had they never heard of this sect before?
The old cultivator was tasked to ask where the Flowerfruit Mountain was and how strong it was.
Moreover, what kind of status did Zhang Shan have in the Flowerfruit Mountain? Was he the most monstrous powerhouse in the sect?
"The Flowerfruit Mountain is mysterious. Only a few disciples are chosen from each generation. However, I'm the weakest one there. There are more than ten people who are stronger than me. For example, my junior, Yan Chixia, is extremely talented. His future achievements will definitely far exceed mine. And I still have a senior. He's a genius who surpasses me by a hundred or even a thousand times! My senior's name is Sun Wukong, perhaps one day in the future, he will become the strongest in the world of immortal cultivation!"
Everyone gasped in unison. They looked at Jiang Ming in shock. He was the weakest disciple in the sect?
What kind of terrifying force was the Flowerfruit Mountain?
"It's definitely a legendary blessed land for cultivation."
"It might even be the most mysterious and terrifying blessed land out there. It has never been revealed to the world. However, its foundation is extremely terrifying!"
As everyone talked about this, Jiang Ming smiled and waved his sleeve to send them off the ship. "Fellow cultivators, the Flowerfruit Mountain just started operations not too long ago. Please keep it a secret. The disciples of the Flowerfruit Mountain do not like to be too high-profile when they travel the world. Farewell!"
He activated the ship's array, which was suffused with spiritual energy, and it shot forward with a boom.
On the ground, the individual cultivators were all excited. "A blessed land for cultivators called the Flowerfruit Mountain has appeared. I must tell my old friends about this."
"This faction is so inconspicuous. It must have an extraordinary background. I have to quickly share the news."
An individual cultivator with an extraordinary aura said in a deep voice, "That senior from the Flowerfruit Mountain said that this information must be kept confidential. Guys, don't spread it wantonly. Otherwise, the consequences might be very serious!"
"We all understand! We all understand!"
"Don't worry!"
However, in an instant, many individual cultivators had different thoughts. They turned around and rushed out of the ruins.
* * *
Lightning flashed in the air, and a flying ship moved forward at high speed.
On the ship, there was only one figure standing at the helm. His clothes were fluttering in the wind as he looked at the endless snowfield in front of him.
"It seems that we have arrived."
From afar, Jiang Ming could see some pavilions and halls that were flickering with spiritual light. Judging from their style, it was obvious that they were not from the ruins but were set up by later generations.
"Looks like these forces have been operating here for quite some time!" Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes. From the surroundings, he could tell that this camp had existed for many years.
"It's possible that these grotto-heavens and blessed lands have been exploring these ruins since they last opened sixty years ago."
This thought flashed through Jiang Ming's mind. He leaped up and stood in the void. The speed of the ship did not slow down, and it charged straight toward the camp.
The ship crashed into a light screen, causing a violent tremor. Then, it toppled over to the ground.
"There really is an array!" Jiang Ming was not surprised at all. "As expected of a stronghold that has been operating for many years. It's quite something!"
"Who goes there?"
This movement also attracted the attention of the cultivators in the camp. One figure after another immediately soared into the sky and glared at Jiang Ming.
"Where did you come from?" a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator shouted coldly.
However, before he could finish speaking, a sword aura pierced through the void. It instantly shot through his body and shut him up.
Jiang Ming did not say anything unnecessary. He came here to kill. His figure suddenly flashed and rushed toward the others.
The sword aura swept across the sky in all directions. Jiang Ming and the black sword's cooperation became more and more tacit. Blood Qi and spiritual energy switched at will, and terrifying attacks poured out like gushing water. He fought several Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators alone without holding back.
In an instant, blood splattered in the air, accompanied by a furious roar.
These cultivators who had rushed out of the camp did not expect that someone would dare attack their stronghold and launch an attack without mercy.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Screams and alarm bells instantly resounded throughout the camp. All the cultivators who were still in the camp rushed out of their residences and looked up in shock.
"Why would someone break in?"
"Has he gone mad?"
