Only three seconds? He's already the Lord of All Realms, so it doesn't matter.

Pulling his senses and consciousness back to reality, Ye Xuan opened his eyes, feeling uneasy.

He had seen the world of martial arts, where the strong revered their own martial arts, using their strength to open seas and move mountains, and using their qi to influence celestial phenomena; he had also seen the world of history, where the world, after a long period of division, would unite, and after a long period of unity, would divide again, and where emperors of all dynasties sought immortality.

However, from the very beginning, Ye Xuan felt as if he was being watched over the new world he had just glimpsed, as if his whereabouts had already been exposed.

This feeling was not good. In a world where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was so abundant, he believed it was impossible that no one had figured out the way of cultivation.

If so, then being watched is extremely dangerous.

Clearing his mind, Ye Xuan once again manipulated his senses to probe the transfer station, to explore that world—

"really."

After entering the new world, the feeling of being watched reappeared, but it disappeared again when perception and consciousness returned to the village.

An invisible eye was always watching me from the shadows...

Unable to find the source for the time being, Ye Xuan had no choice but to focus his attention on the village in front of him.

Half an hour had passed since the world was first observed, and in this village, the time had changed from noon to evening.

As dusk set in the west, the afterglow of the sunset bathed every corner of the village, and on the dirt road, several children could be seen running freely.

The child running in front was a little older, and the children behind kept trying to catch up, but could never catch up.

"Chen Qinghe, if you run again, I'll tell Dad about you stealing a few rice stalks yesterday!"

As the older child babbled on and on, he immediately stopped and his tender little face puffed up.

"You can't take this!"

He turned around and questioned the child behind him, his face showing some worry. For a child who was neither too young nor too old, it seemed that even a small act of sneaking or being naughty could become a huge problem.

Seeing the child behind him tug at his clothes and cheer, "I won!", he noticed the child behind him was also cheering.

Chen Qinghe could only hang his head in frustration, carrying the brat on his back for the last bit of the journey, arriving home just before sunset.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he could smell the aroma of rice and meat wafting from the kitchen!

"Mom." Chen Qinghe put down her younger brother from her back, and the two of them went to the kitchen together.

Two pairs of bright black eyes were fixed on the bubbling meat porridge in the pot, and saliva involuntarily dripped from the corners of their mouths, sticking to their undergarments.

Just then, the door was pushed open again, and two pairs of eyes looked over; it was their father returning.

He carried a bundle of wild vegetables on his back and held two snow-white rabbits in his hands, looking very relaxed.

Sitting on the wooden chair, he poured himself a glass of cold water, and the two children curiously ran to Chen Hong's feet.

"Yay, we'll have meat again tomorrow!"

The older Chen Qinghe was only thinking about eating when he saw the two rabbits, while the younger Chen Xunjiang was even a little afraid of rabbits and kept shrinking behind Chen Hong.

Brushing the dust off his hands, Chen Hong stroked the heads of his two children, and at that moment his wife brought over a pot of meat porridge.

The four of them sat at the table and, by the light of a single candle and the last rays of the setting sun outside the window, finished the large pot of meat porridge.

After finishing his meal, Chen Qinghe ran off to play, and only then did Chen Hong, with a somewhat serious expression, speak to his wife:

"Two more babies have been born in a nearby village."

He drank a glass of cold water, and his gaze unconsciously drifted to the two children playing inside.

In recent years, there haven't been any natural disasters or man-made calamities in the village, and their family's daily meals are not bad, but the two children have a sallow complexion and little flesh on their faces.

His wife, Jin Yan, reacted the same way, saying, "How pitiful are the hearts of parents."

She gathered up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, her eyes seemingly filled with fear, and said only to Chen Hong:

"You go, I can't bear to watch that kind of thing."

After saying that, she went back to the kitchen to busy herself with housework, leaving Chen Hong sitting on the wooden chair to calm himself down. It took him a long time to get up and leave the house...

Ye Xuan amplified his perception and followed Chen Hong all the way.

The man walked through the village's dirt road, along the riverbank, and arrived at a town.

Compared to the previous scene in the village where everyone turned off their lights and went to bed early, this town was much more lively, with many people on the streets, but their faces seemed lifeless.

Ye Xuan carefully observed each pedestrian. In the vast village, there were over a hundred people coming and going on the street, but he didn't see anyone who was physically strong.

They all seemed to have a sallow complexion and looked rather listless.

"Brother Chen, you're here."

A man called out to Chen Hong; he was a friend of Chen Hong's from town. After a brief chat, the two set off together.

Ye Xuan then noticed that all the pedestrians on the street were heading towards the center of the town.

While Chen Hong was chatting with the people around him, Ye Xuan learned that most of the people who had come to the town at this time were people from the surrounding villages, as well as town residents.

The place they were going to seemed to be a temple.

It was just past 7 PM when hundreds of people gathered in the town center, surrounding the entrance of an ancient ancestral hall.

The four large characters "Xianjia Citang" are engraved on the plaque.

Immortals?

Ye Xuan wasn't surprised by this, but how could there be so-called immortals in this village? He felt that this ancestral hall was more of a trick used by some charlatans than a real immortal.

Follow the flow of people and enter the ancestral hall.

The place was brightly lit by candlelight, and the surroundings were empty except for a huge stone statue sitting in the very center of the ancestral hall.

The stone statue is over ten feet tall, and the figure is sculpted to have an otherworldly air, with a flowing beard and a Taoist robe, which looks quite fitting for the image of an immortal.

However, the eyes of this stone statue were painted with two dots of vermilion, making it look somewhat eerie.

In front of the stone statue, a long wooden table was covered with a red cloth, but no offerings were placed on it, such as livestock like cattle and sheep, or even treasures.

No, there was only a red cloth on the table.

The ancestral hall is now full of people, all from various villages and towns, with at least one adult from each household present.

The Chen family from Shuitian Village, including Chen Hong, had a special name: "witnesses."

Besides the onlookers, two people, their figures covered by black raincoats, stood on either side of the long table where the worship was being performed.

Ye Xuan used his senses to probe their cloaks and saw that the two men had ordinary faces, but their faces were full of energy and spirit, completely different from the others present.

They were also quite robust, and one could faintly sense spiritual energy fluctuations within them.

"By worshipping the immortals, one's life will be safe."

Suddenly, a bell rang from behind the curtain of the ancestral hall, and everyone present shouted the slogan.

Among the crowd, two couples holding infants were immediately separated by a group of witnesses, who made way for them to reach the altar.

The two couples looked extremely distressed, and the woman was so anxious that she was about to cry, because the newborn baby in her arms was her own flesh and blood.

Seeing their hesitation, several witnesses scattered around immediately stepped forward and pushed them forward.

"Hurry up, it's all for the child's good."

The men in black on either side of the altar also spoke:

"By worshipping the immortals, one's life will be safe."

In this situation, even if the two couples were unwilling, they had no choice but to place the infants in their arms on the red cloth.

The next moment, two golden beams of light suddenly shot out from the vermilion pupils of the stone statue, shining directly on the two infants.

The scalding temperature startled the two infants awake, and they immediately burst into tears.

Bathed in golden light, a small cut appeared on the wrist of each of her two fair and plump hands, from which a drop of pure blood seeped out.

As the golden light receded, the two drops of blood were engulfed within it and disappeared into the eye of the stone statue.

The infants lying on the red cloth had also closed their eyes, their breaths growing weaker and weaker, and the rosy color on their faces was rapidly fading...

Ye Xuan noticed the changes in the stone statue. From the moment the golden light appeared until it disappeared, there was always a faint spiritual force at work.

He was about to follow the stone statue to try to find the source of this spiritual power, but in reality, his spiritual power was exhausted, and his consciousness was instantly cut off.