Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

After dealing with the group of Black Feather Clan cultivators, Mo Fan finally had time to assess his surroundings.

When his gaze fell upon his feet, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

A group of several people were standing on a giant stone platform.

The shape of this stone platform is exactly the same as the one he saw when he ascended to the Spirit Realm; it is the legendary Ascension Platform.

Previously entangled by the Black Feather Clan cultivators, he had no time to observe closely. Now that he was free, he felt a surge of curiosity.

Mo Fan released his divine sense, which enveloped the entire stone platform like an invisible tentacle, but he withdrew it reluctantly after a moment.

At first glance, the stone platform seemed ordinary, but the intricate runes engraved on its surface were as deep and unfathomable as the starry sky. No matter how he probed with his divine sense, he could not glimpse any of its secrets.

"There's no need to waste your energy."

Grandpa Qian's voice suddenly rang in Mo Fan's mind, with a hint of nonchalance, "This Ascension Platform is a relic of the ancient Heavenly Court, built specifically to connect the three thousand minor worlds, so that the Heavenly Court could rule over all realms back then."

When it was built, the ancient Heavenly Court specially incorporated the power of the world's laws of the spirit realm into it, and it has long since become part of the laws of the spirit realm.

Anyone who dares to harbor thoughts of destroying the platform will inevitably trigger a backlash from the laws. At that time, even a cultivator at the Great Saint realm will be reduced to dust. Even some cultivators who have surpassed the Great Saint realm would not dare to easily test the waters.

Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Mo Fan's face.

He did indeed have the idea of ​​taking the Ascension Platform for his own use just now.

After all, this stone platform is legendary in the spirit world, and if it can be acquired, it is naturally not something to be missed.

But Grandpa Qian's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing his hopes.

But then he had a new idea and couldn't help but ask, "Since we can't collect them, then establishing a sect's training ground near the Ascension Platform should be feasible, right?"

"Uh...you kid, your thinking is definitely unconventional."

Grandpa Qian paused noticeably, clearly not expecting him to ask that question. After a moment of contemplation, he replied, "I think it's possible."

"That's good."

Mo Fan nodded, no longer dwelling on the ascension platform, and turned his gaze to the four dark, heavy iron cages in the distance.

Inside the cage, there were many cultivators imprisoned. Their auras were weak, and most of them were at the early to mid-stage of the Saint Realm. They all looked haggard, and their eyes were full of fear.

"Why are these alien races capturing so many low-level cultivators?"

Mo Fan was filled with doubts, but then a possibility suddenly occurred to him, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be that they all ascended from the lower realm?"

"Young Master, shall we rescue them?" Shen Fengyao asked softly, her gaze falling on the cultivators huddled in the cages with a hint of pity.

"Let's go take a look first."

Before Mo Fan finished speaking, his figure had already teleported to the front of a black iron cage like a ghost.

With a casual wave of his hand, his fingertips traced through the void, creating a faint spatial crease.

The seemingly indestructible Xuan Iron prison door, capable of withstanding the bombardment of Saint Realm cultivators, broke as easily as paper, leaving a smooth and clean break.

Upon seeing this, the cultivators inside the cage were terrified and staggered backward, huddling in a corner and trembling.

They had seen clearly the scene of Mo Fan killing the Black Feather Clan cultivator.

In particular, his ruthless methods of toying with the little black-feathered boy and then breaking his promise to put him into the gourd made them realize that the group in front of them were no good people, and were even more capricious than those black-feathered cultivators.

"What...what do you want to do?!"

An old monk with white hair and beard trembled all over, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Mo Fan frowned slightly, not answering his question, but instead asking in return, "Are you all cultivators who ascended from the lower realm?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators inside the cage exchanged glances, their eyes filled with vigilance, and none of them dared to respond.

"My young master is asking you a question!"

Yuan Shan stepped forward, snorted coldly, and deliberately exuded a hint of the pressure of a half-step Great Saint Realm expert.

The aura swept in like a giant wave, or like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, carrying a terrifying power that made one's heart tremble, and instantly enveloped the entire cage.

Although the cultivators inside the cage could not accurately sense Yuan Shan's realm, they were terrified by the oppressive aura, feeling as if they were about to be crushed in the next second.

Their faces were deathly pale, their breathing rapid, and their eyes were filled with extreme fear as they looked at Yuan Shan.

It is a kind of despair where one is powerless to resist absolute power.

"Senior... you are right, we all ascended from the lower realm."

The old cultivator spoke tremulously, his head bowed even lower, not daring to meet the gaze of Mo Fan and his group, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"So, you were captured by those Black Feather Clan cultivators as soon as you ascended here?"

Mo Fan's brows furrowed even more.

He had hoped to glean some information about the spirit world from these people, but it turned out they were all newcomers to the realm of ascension.

"exactly."

The old cultivator nodded with a bitter smile, his tone full of bitterness and resentment, "In our respective worlds, we are all considered giants, renowned and famous."

But who would have thought that, having just stepped into the Spirit Realm and before even seeing what this world looked like, they were captured by those alien races.

From their casual conversation, it seemed they were planning to send us to the mines in the north to do hard labor for the rest of our lives.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan understood.

He recalled his own experience when he ascended to the Spirit Realm, and how similar it was to these people.

At this moment, he finally understood why many cultivators on the Nine Provinces Continent, despite having the strength to ascend, hesitated to take that step.

Besides the suppression from the Upside-Down Mountain, it's likely that they had already heard that the Spirit Realm wasn't as wonderful as the legends suggested.

It should be noted that the Nine Provinces Continent experiences an invasion of the lower realm by cultivators from the Spirit Realm almost every thousand years. However, each time, it is the native cultivators of the Nine Provinces who fight bloody battles to resist the foreign enemies. This is the origin of the so-called "War of Hunting the Heavens".

Logically speaking, many cultivators from the Nine Provinces Continent have ascended to the Spirit Realm in the past. Since they were able to ascend to the Spirit Realm, they should also have a way to return to the lower realm or form a group to build a force.

However, whenever Kyushu is in crisis, not a single ascendant has ever appeared to help. It is as if they have all disappeared into thin air, or become heartless and ungrateful people who have long forgotten their homeland.

This point has always made the powerful figures of Kyushu suspicious, and has also given rise to a deep sense of apprehension and fear towards the unknown spirit realm.

In retrospect, it wasn't that those ascended beings were heartless, but rather that as soon as they entered the Spirit Realm, they became prisoners of various powerful forces, forced to do hard labor in the mines, and were unable to break free of their constraints for the rest of their lives. Naturally, they could no longer care about the safety of their homeland.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan couldn't help but sigh.

Sometimes, we can't really blame our predecessors for their inaction; the survival rules of the spirit world are simply too cruel and fraught with danger.

"Senior, are you...are you also human?"

"Can you please save us?"

Just then, in another cage, a woman in tattered clothes raised her head and looked at Mo Fan and his group, her eyes gleaming with a faint hope.

Mo Fan looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the woman was stunningly beautiful with skin as white as snow. Even though her clothes were tattered and her hair was disheveled, her beauty was still undeniable.

However, her exposed skin was covered with red marks and bruises of varying depths, clearly indicating that she had suffered a lot of torment before, making it easy to imagine what she had gone through.

Mo Fan sighed inwardly, shook his head, and said truthfully, "I am not a human, but a demon cultivator."

"Demon race?"

Upon hearing this, the last glimmer of hope on the faces of the cultivators in the four cages vanished instantly, replaced by deep despair.