"Please, esteemed sages, open the banishment!"
Fang Xiandao shouted loudly toward the skies.
In the sky, several streams of Spiritual Power emerged simultaneously.
A total of six sages, representing the Martial Victory Academy, the four major sects, and the Black Market’s power, burst forth together.
Before the entrance of the Holy Land, a Teleportation Array condensed into being.
This Teleportation Array was precisely the entrance to the Holy Land.
Upon seeing the Teleportation Array take form, the Saint Heir snorted coldly and immediately stepped inside.
The Black Market martial artists all moved forward, following the Saint Heir through.
"We should go as well."
Yan Xuan gave a cold huff and also stepped into the Teleportation Array. His figure flashed and disappeared, and the disciples of the Flame Blaze Sect all followed suit.
Next, the disciples of the Three Immortal Isles and the Wind Divine Sect all entered as well.
As the disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion walked by, a figure suddenly halted.
"Thank you, Mister Chu, for your assistance just now."
Han Yueli paused to express her gratitude to Chu Fengmian before slowly walking into the Teleportation Array.
"Why does this Han Yueli’s Cultivation Technique feel so familiar?"
Watching Han Yueli enter the Teleportation Array, Chu Fengmian was momentarily stunned.
Han Yueli’s Cultivation Technique made Chu Fengmian feel a sense of familiarity, not because he had seen her practicing it anywhere before.
Rather, it seemed that Chu Fengmian recognized the same Cultivation Technique from someone he knew.
But the events from ten thousand years ago were now somewhat unclear to Chu Fengmian; he still couldn’t remember.
"Brother Chu, Han Yueli has already left, no need to stand there daydreaming, right?"
A disciple from the Martial Victory Academy teased Chu Fengmian, seeing him standing there lost in thought.
Ever since Chu Fengmian helped them overcome their Heart Demons, the disciples of the Martial Victory Academy had become much kinder to him.
Most of them envied and admired Chu Fengmian, without much hostility, and now that they owed Chu Fengmian a favor, they no longer looked at him with the same enmity as before.
Chu Fengmian chuckled lightly, saying nothing more.
Having lived through two lifetimes, Chu Fengmian had long since grown indifferent to the charms of women; it was not likely for him to be infatuated as a young martial artist might. His distraction was merely due to thoughts he couldn’t quite recall at the moment—where he had seen Han Yueli’s Cultivation Technique before.
However, the matter at hand was the Holy Land, and Chu Fengmian still longed for it.
With a swift movement, Chu Fengmian’s figure flashed and entered the Holy Land.
In an instant, the world spun around him, and when the view before Chu Fengmian’s eyes settled, he found himself by a pond.
Nearby Chu Fengmian was an extremely dense jungle. Activating his Spiritual Sense, he found no trace of any spiritual masters within ten miles.
"So this Teleportation Array sends martial artists to different locations?"
Chu Fengmian scanned the surroundings and whispered to himself.
"It seems that this Holy Land is even larger than I imagined. Currently, there must be over a hundred disciples who have entered, and when you add in martial artists from previous sessions who have not left after their spiritual cultivation, this Holy Land must have at least a thousand people."
In fact, the Holy Land is not only inhabited by martial artists from this session. Many from previous sessions who entered did not leave through the Teleportation Array at the edge of the Holy Land and have been cultivating here ever since.
Wusheng Academy, among the Four Great Sects, countless core disciples have always been cultivating in the Holy Land. Any martial artist has only one chance to enter this Holy Land in their lifetime.
If one has entered once, the Teleportation Array will become ineffective if they wish to enter again and will not allow re-entry.
This Teleportation Array is bound by the Holy Land’s restrictions and is not under the control of the current saints from Wusheng Academy or the Four Great Sects. Therefore, once someone enters, they will not leave unless something urgent occurs.
By estimate, there must be at least a thousand people in the Holy Land at this moment.
"Within these ten miles, there is not a single trace of spiritual masters. From the outside, this Holy Land appears to be only about a hundred miles in size, but once you enter, you discover a whole new Grotto Heaven," Chu Fengmian thought to himself.
He stretched his hand out in front of him, and in Chu Fengmian’s palm, it quickly grew moist, developing a few droplets of dew.
These droplets were not ordinary dew, but Spiritual Liquid formed from the condensation of Spiritual Power.
A single drop of this Spiritual Liquid was at least equal to the Spiritual Power of ten Qi Gathering Pills.
The Spiritual Energy inside the Holy Land was at least dozens of times denser than the outside world. Chu Fengmian could condense such Spiritual Liquid with a simple gesture.
No wonder the martial artists who enter this Holy Land, even without any extraordinary encounters, soar to new heights upon leaving.
The mere density of the Spiritual Energy here is dozens of times thicker than that of the outer sect, practicing one day here is equivalent to dozens of days of hard cultivation outside. Naturally, the speed of cultivation could be extremely fast.
"Still, I should first explore this Holy Land. Coming here and only focusing on cultivation would be too wasteful," murmured Chu Fengmian to himself, and then he began to wander around the Holy Land.
Such a rich concentration of Spiritual Energy must have a reason. However, even just this density of Spiritual Energy alone would be enough to spawn many precious medicinal herbs.
"Is that Spirit Grass?" Chu Fengmian’s gaze swept across and suddenly noticed some crescent-shaped Spiritual Medicine beneath a large tree ahead.
Spirit Grass, a Profound-Level top-grade Spiritual Medicine, could be directly consumed and transformed into pure Spiritual Power. The medicinal strength was at least equivalent to ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills.
At this moment, what Chu Fengmian needed most was Spiritual Power. The Spirit Grass before his eyes seemed to be at least twenty or more plants, equivalent to more than two hundred thousand Qi Gathering Pills, making them extremely necessary for Chu Fengmian.
"Spirit Grass?" Just as Chu Fengmian prepared to make his move, a voice suddenly sounded from nearby.
A man dressed in red garments appeared all of a sudden.
From the Spiritual Power exuding from him, it was evident that this man was a disciple of the Zhu Yan Sect.
"Such a large patch of Spirit Grass could help me break through a realm!" exclaimed the Zhu Yan Sect disciple with joy upon seeing the Spirit Grass.
Suddenly he noticed Chu Fengmian standing on the other side and sized him up. When he observed the realm that Chu Fengmian was in, a sneer appeared on his face.
"This Spirit Grass was found by Chu first. Please, brother, leave this place," Chu Fengmian said to the Zhu Yan Sect disciple with a frown.
The greed in the disciple’s eyes couldn’t be hidden from Chu Fengmian. However, Chu Fengmian had no intention of clashing with the disciples of the Zhu Yan Sect.
Judging by his unfamiliarity, he must be a disciple from the previous session or even earlier who had entered the Holy Land.