Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

The two stood on the Void Treasure Ship, staring in amazement for a long time, their eyes filled with shock.

"Third Uncle, could these blood-red mists all be the souls of the deceased dragon-type demon beasts?"

Looking at the vast, complex canyon in the distance, Xu Zhan murmured in disbelief.

Shen Wen’an said nothing.

In his perception, the blood-red mists above the distant canyon emitted extremely chaotic and powerful consciousness fluctuations.

It seemed like the vengeful spirits of many powerful dragon beasts were haunting this place, unwilling to disperse.

But these are dragon species!

Among demon beasts, dragon species are already extremely powerful!

For a dragon species that can transform into a Flood Dragon, its strength must be at least at the Golden Core Realm.

And those dragon species that can already take on a half-dragon form, with dragon claws growing from their abdomens, Shen Wen’an estimated they must be at least in the Purple Mansion Realm.

If the blood-red mist above the canyon before them was truly formed from the spirits and vengeful thoughts of countless dragon species, then how many powerful dragons must have died here?

Both of them were in a state of indescribable shock.

Suddenly, a large mass of blood-red mist in the distance started to twist rapidly, gradually gathering into the form of a Divine Dragon ghostly shadow, with a deer antler on its head and four legs on its belly, emitting a faint pressure as it soared into the sky!

The invisible barrier in the void, capable of obstructing numerous Flood Dragon and half-dragon form shadows, was instantly broken by the Divine Dragon ghostly shadow before them!

After the Divine Dragon ghostly shadow broke through the barrier, it immediately let out a resonant dragon roar!

Witnessing the Divine Dragon ghostly shadow break through the barrier, Shen Wen’an could discern a sense of release in the roar, as if it had been suppressed for countless years and was finally regaining its freedom.

"Let’s go down first."

After some consideration, Shen Wen’an said solemnly, storing away the Void Treasure Ship.

This place was clearly filled with the unknown and eerie, and riding the Void Treasure Ship in the void was a bit too conspicuous.

Once the treasure ship was stowed away, the two descended from the void to the entrance of the massive canyon, cautiously surveying their surroundings.

The mountain stones and earth beneath their feet were dark red, with numerous decayed bones scattered among the rocks and soil, appearing quite eerie from a distance.

"Third Uncle, look!"

Xu Zhan, turning his gaze, suddenly discovered several low and ancient houses standing on a cliff not far from the canyon’s entrance!

Following the direction Xu Zhan pointed, Shen Wen’an’s eyes flickered with contemplation, and he said softly, "Let’s go check it out."

The two of them passed through the dim forest and soon arrived in front of the houses atop the cliff.

There they found that the courtyard wall, surrounded by wooden fences, was spotless; the furrows were orderly, and a pavilion stood tall.

On the stone table inside the pavilion, exquisite tea sets were placed, indicating someone’s residence.

The two exchanged a glance, and Xu Zhan immediately stretched his neck to shout into the courtyard.

"Is anyone there?"

"We have inadvertently intruded upon the place of Senior’s quiet cultivation. We apologize for any disturbance."

For a long time—

There was no response from within the courtyard.

Xu Zhan lingered in uncertainty, just about to speak again when Shen Wen’an noticed a streak of light rapidly approaching from above the distant canyon.

Seeing this, he immediately grabbed Xu Zhan beside him, retreating several yards.

The streak of light descended before them in the blink of an eye, transforming into an old man with white hair and beard wearing a Plain Gauze Immortal Robe.

The old man held a glowing White Jade Plate in his hand, and with a dark face, his eyes were like a hawk’s, a faint killing intent emanating from them, firmly locking onto Xu Zhan and Shen Wen’an.

Being locked onto by the killing intent, the two immediately felt a chill, a hint of fear creeping into their hearts.

Xu Zhan hurriedly clasped his hands and spoke, "Senior, please calm down. We two juniors have mistakenly entered this place, disturbing Senior’s quiet cultivation."

"If Senior finds us unwelcome, we would leave right now!"

He could sense that the power of this dark-faced old man was extremely terrifying.

And right upon meeting, the old man showed obvious hostility, even harboring murderous intent, compelling him to swiftly plead with kind words.

At this moment, Shen Wen’an also respectfully clasped his hands, stepping back a few paces with Xu Zhan, preparing to leave quickly.

"Stay."

Feng Jingyang glanced over the two, especially taking note of Shen Wen’an, as a peculiar gleam flickered in his eyes.

"Another one from the Shen Family..."

"The old coot has karma with the Shen Family; this one cannot be killed."

"However... those little mice from the Tribulation Fire Sect have now sneaked into Dragon-slaying Valley and are hiding. It’s hard to find them alone."

"Since these two juniors have delivered themselves, why not make good use of them?"

After a moment of contemplation, Feng Jingyang immediately retracted his killing intent, glancing at the pair and saying, "Since you’ve already come, it would be rude of me not to invite you in for a cup of tea."

As he spoke, he slowly pushed open the gate of the courtyard before him.

"Come in."

Shen Wen’an and Xu Zhan exchanged a hesitant glance.

This grumpy dark-faced old man was seething with killing intent when he first saw them. Now, though he said they were welcome for tea, even a fool could see the old man harbored ill intentions.

Yet they dared not refuse or run away.

Otherwise, if they angered him, they might be wiped out with a wave of his hand.

After some consideration, the two decided to follow him in.

"Sit down."

Following Feng Jingyang to the pavilion in the small courtyard, Shen Wen’an and Xu Zhan appeared quite ill at ease.

"What’s wrong?"

"A Late Stage of Golden Core, and another in the Fifth Realm of Body Cultivation, yet afraid to drink a cup of tea from me?"

Seeing the two standing quietly opposite him, not taking seats, Feng Jingyang’s face broke into a stiff smile as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhan turned to look at Shen Wen’an.