Longevity: Start Farming with Entries

Hearing Qin Ming’s orders, Han Yuan and Liu Ye both heaved a sigh of relief.

It seemed that this Nascent Soul senior was just passing by, and his temperament was relatively normal...

At least their lives were spared.

However, as Han Yuan looked at the design of the Lingxiao Imperial Carriage, his mind was filled with turbulent thoughts...

A late-stage Tier Three Profound Water Giant Crocodile pulling the carriage, coupled with such a youthful appearance, and all the previous rumors.

Furthermore, the person was coming from the direction of the Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm.

He instinctively associated it with which senior figure was standing before him.

"All signs point to this being the renowned True Monarch Wangyue, who is widely spoken of in the various cultivation realms!"

Han Yuan and Liu Ye were extremely excited, not expecting to encounter such a significant figure.

Given True Monarch Wangyue’s reputation, the two of them naturally felt their safety was assured.

"Yes! Senior True Monarch, we will take you there immediately."

Han Yuan and Liu Ye replied with utmost respect and caution.

"Mm, lead the way then."

"Those Demonic Cultivators’ storage pouches are yours."

Qin Ming said and sat back inside the carriage.

By now, he no longer had an interest in the belongings of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

"Thank you, True Monarch!"

Han Yuan and Liu Ye were elated and immediately cleaned up the scene, then led the way to depart from there.

Shortly after.

After flying for half a day.

Han Yuan and Liu Ye brought Qin Ming to the vicinity of a barren canyon, the ground covered with dark, scorched soil, as if it had been corroded by Demonic Qi.

Within a ten-mile radius, there was no vitality to be found.

"True Monarch, the Void Anomaly is just ahead..."

Han Yuan was about to report back to Qin Ming, but the Lingxiao Imperial Carriage that had been following them suddenly vanished without a trace...

...

Clang, clang!

"Hurry it up, all of you! Before we’re discovered, quickly set up the Guiding Platform to welcome the Demon Monarch’s descent!"

A bald, burly man, shirtless and covered in black demon patterns, radiated the aura of someone at the Golden Core Stage.

With a shout, the Low-Tier Demonic Cultivators busy in the canyon sped up their work.

"Yes, Lord Demon Envoy!"

The bald man then shouted at his subordinates, "Any news from Green Scale and Blood Saber?"

"They just went to hunt down two Foundation Establishment Cultivators; what’s taking them so long?"

"Reporting to Lord Demon Envoy, the two seniors have yet to send back any news." The subordinates replied fearfully, afraid of inadvertently angering him and losing their lives.

At this moment.

The bald man suddenly felt something and took out a Demon Pattern Blood Token from his bosom, his expression changing.

"How is this possible? Their entire party was wiped out."

Meanwhile.

Qin Ming had already reached the sky above the canyon, and with a sweep of his Divine Thought, he fully grasped the situation there.

"There’s only one Golden Core Demon Cultivator here, along with dozens of Demon Sect disciples, busy constructing what they call a ’Guiding Platform’."

The black stone platform at the canyon’s center was likely for welcoming Demonic Cultivators descending from another realm.

Qin Ming ignored the Blood Refining Demon Sect’s people, focusing his gaze on one part of the void in the canyon.

There, he saw a vortex-shaped void rift several feet across, continuously spewing out Demonic Qi, as if it wanted to devour and obliterate everything entering it, rendering it void.

Even Qin Ming’s Divine Thought vanished instantly without a trace upon entering it...

Nearby, there were two other slightly smaller void rifts.

The Demon Sect disciples were on nearby rocks, setting up an array and inscribing demon patterns, embedding Coordinate Stones within them.

"So this is the so-called ’Void Anomaly’."

Qin Ming remarked in surprise, immediately taking out a Memory Jade Slip to record the scene.

"Who’s there?!"

Qin Ming did not hide his presence, boldly recording the anomaly as if in an uninhabited land.

Anyone with eyes could see him, let alone the Demonic Cultivators.

The bald Golden Core Demonic Cultivator shouted angrily, flying over to investigate.

But when the bald man swept over with his Divine Thought,

he only saw a young Human Race Cultivator standing in mid-air, devoid of any Mana aura, seemingly like a mortal...

Such an eerie sight left the bald man astonished, as mere mortals couldn’t possibly achieve this.

Only one possibility remained.

"Nascent Soul Great Power!"

A terrifying thought crossed the bald man’s mind.

Just as he prepared to retreat, a terrifying force of Divine Thought locked onto him completely.

The entire space around him seemed compressed by some force, and the bald man instantly felt like he had fallen into an icehouse.

Frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

The Foundation Establishment Demonic Cultivators constructing the black platform saw Qin Ming’s approach and hastily fled, dropping what they were doing.

Yet the next moment.

They were ensnared by countless dark tendrils emerging from the void, instantly drained of their Essence Blood, turning into dried corpses.

"Please... spare me, senior!" The bald man desperately pleaded with his last ounce of strength.

He couldn’t understand why they had encountered such a Great Cultivator right after descending into this realm; their luck was just too unfortunate.

Qin Ming looked at him expressionlessly, placing a hand on the bald man’s head, and began to perform the Soul Searching Technique.