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"How strong is Penglai Immortal Island?"

Luo Tian pressed for an answer.

The sage remained silent for a moment:

"It's unclear, but it's speculated that their core disciples are at least at the level of terrestrial immortals or above."

Or they might be supreme martial gods, who cultivate immortal techniques, which may be different from the realm of ancient martial arts.

However, one thing is certain: they are several times stronger than those in the ancient martial arts world!

The sage sighed on the other end of the phone.

"If it weren't for nuclear deterrence, they would have already invaded the secular world!"

Luo Tian remained silent; nuclear deterrence in the secular world was indeed effective.

Golden Core cultivators can't stop it at all, Nascent Soul cultivators can dodge it, and Deity Transformation cultivators can withstand it head-on.

But what's the use?

Their hideout is located there with precise pinpoint accuracy. After a round of nuclear explosions, even a low-level immortal-grade protective mountain array wouldn't be able to withstand it.

If Penglai Immortal Island were to come looking for trouble and send out their entire force, he would indeed find it difficult to cope with his current cultivation level.

"Thank you for informing me, sage."

Luo Tian hung up the phone, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

Penglai Immortal Island... It seems that the waters of this world are deeper than he imagined.

……

Meanwhile, in the ancient martial arts world, the Imperial Sword Sect...

The main hall was brightly lit.

An elderly man with white hair and beard sat in the main seat, his face somber.

He is Xuanfeng Zhenren, the only remaining Grand Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect.

Master Xuanqing is dead, Sect Master Lingxiaozi is dead, and several Supreme Elders are also dead.

The entire Imperial Sword Sect suffered near-total annihilation of its experts.

"Luo Tian..."

Master Xuanfeng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.

But he knew that with the current strength of the Imperial Sword Sect, seeking revenge against Luo Tian would be tantamount to suicide.

"Elder, what should we do?"

A young disciple knelt in the hall, his voice trembling.

Master Xuanfeng remained silent for a moment, then took out a jade talisman from his robes.

The jade talisman was entirely emerald green, emitting a faint glow.

This was actually a jade talisman that could transmit sound over thousands of miles.

He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which dripped onto the jade talisman.

The jade talisman lit up, and a curtain of light unfolded in the air.

The figure of a middle-aged man appeared in the light screen.

He wore a blue Taoist robe and a jade crown, with a stern face and piercing eyes.

A terrifying aura could be felt even through the light barrier.

"Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't use the Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman unless the sect is on the verge of collapse? What exactly happened?"

The middle-aged man's voice was indifferent and devoid of any emotion.

"My lord, the Imperial Sword Sect has suffered a great calamity; the sect leader and all the supreme elders have been killed!"

Master Xuanfeng knelt on the ground, his voice filled with sorrow.

"We beg you, sir, to uphold justice for the Imperial Sword Sect!"

"Oh? Who did it?"

"A young man named Luo Tian. He... he is a cultivator from the secular world."

His strength is unfathomable; he even killed the senior Tianji.

The middle-aged man in the light screen remained silent for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"That good-for-nothing Tianji was more trouble than he was worth; he deserved to die."

His voice remained indifferent:

"However, one should consider the owner before beating a dog."

"The Imperial Sword Sect is, after all, a pawn of my Penglai Immortal Island in the mortal world; it cannot die in vain."

Master Xuanfeng kowtowed repeatedly:

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"An ancient secret realm is about to open in Yaocheng, Yunnan Province."

The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Luo Tian will definitely go."

He turned around and looked outside the hall:

"Someone come here!"

A young disciple entered the hall and knelt on one knee:

"What are your instructions, Master?"

"Go and call your senior brother Han over."

"Yes."

A moment later, a tall, slender young man with a cold and stern face entered the main hall.

He wore a blue Taoist robe, with a long sword hanging at his waist, and his aura was as deep and profound as an abyss.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze.

This person is Han Zifeng, a core disciple of Penglai Immortal Island, with a cultivation level of late Nascent Soul stage.

Behind him followed four elite disciples, each at the Golden Core stage, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"Master."

Han Zifeng clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

The middle-aged man looked at him, a satisfied look in his eyes:

"Zifeng, take a few junior brothers to Yaocheng in Yunnan Province."

The ancient secret realm is about to open; it may contain a celestial tomb.

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"Find a mortal cultivator named Luo Tian and kill him directly."

He had a golden dragon on his body, which he brought back alive.

A glint of light flashed in Han Zifeng's eyes:

"Disciple obeys!"

"Don't underestimate your enemy."

The middle-aged man gave his instructions.

"This person is capable of killing Tianji, so he must be at least at the Nascent Soul stage."

Although you are two minor realms higher than him, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Never underestimate anyone in the world!

"Yes."

Han Zifeng turned around and led four elite disciples out of the main hall.

A flash of sword light pierced the night sky, and the five people rode away on their swords.

Master Xuanfeng knelt on the ground, gazing in the direction they had left, his eyes filled with malice.

"Luo Tian, ​​your death is nigh!"

……

Penglai Immortal Island, atop a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant sea of ​​clouds.

"Luo Tian..."

He muttered to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"I hope you can hold on a little longer and not let me down."

A night breeze blows, and cranes cry out.

A new storm is brewing.

Luo Tian, ​​along with his daughter and disciple, is about to step into an unknown secret realm.

Immortal tombs and unexpected opportunities, treasure hunting and ambushes!

Everything... has only just begun...