System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

"You've only been inhaling it for a short time?"

……

Although everyone's thoughts were suppressed by Chen Xuan's Gale Domain, they could still vaguely see the process of the battle.

At this moment, all the cultivators at the Myriad Manifestations Realm looked at Chen Xuan with immense fear.

On the contrary, the rogue cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm who had previously looked desperate were now bursting with excitement, their eyes sparkling with joy.

"There are great talents among us!"

"We have a great master to help us, senior! We pay our respects to you!"

Compared to the deathly stillness of the Myriad Manifestations Realm side, the group of rogue cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm behind Chen Xuan seemed to see the dawn in the darkness, and everyone was excited with their faces flushed.

"Splash, splash!!"

The remaining rogue cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm knelt down and kowtowed to Chen Xuan's back without hesitation. Their movements were uniform, and their eyes were filled with reverence and gratitude.

Chen Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright like a divine sword soaring into the sky, with Bai Li behind him, her face full of excitement and admiration.

"We also pay our respects to our senior!"

"Yes, yes, we were blind and didn't recognize your greatness. We have offended you, senior. We hope you will not punish us!"

"Senior, I have a pound of Origin Liquid here, which I am willing to offer, only begging you to spare my life!"

At this moment, people from both camps, whether they were at the Foundation Establishment Realm or the Myriad Manifestations Realm, whether they were young masters from large tribes or disciples from sects, all knelt down before Chen Xuan as if worshipping a king.

Only the three disciples of the Sky-Piercing Sword Sect who had thoroughly offended Chen Xuan remained standing there, dumbfounded. At this moment, they clearly realized the gravity of their mistake.

They knew that even if they knelt down now, Chen Xuan would never let them off easily.

"Everyone, a mere cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm can only achieve a temporary level of power comparable to a Nascent Soul Daoist by relying on some one-time use magic treasures and talismans. We are all cultivators at the Myriad Manifestations Realm; we have dignity and cannot be so servile!"

"Yes, fellow Daoists, he can't possibly produce a second Dao talisman or one-time use magic weapon. Although this person has a deep foundation, why don't we join forces to kill him and then split the treasures we get!"

……

The moment these three disciples of the Sky-Piercing Sword Sect uttered such foolish words, they were immediately met with a barrage of curses from the rest of the Myriad Manifestations Realm.

"Bullshit! A one-time use Dao talisman?" A handsome young master from a large tribe, dressed in fine clothes, his beautiful face slightly distorted with anger, cursed loudly without any regard for his image, yelling at the three disciples of the Sky-Supporting Sword Sect, "Do you think we are ignorant rogue cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm? My tribe's ancestor was a Nascent Soul Daoist. The power of the Dao Domain you displayed, senior, is far stronger than that of my ancestor who has lived for over a thousand years!"

His voice was filled with anger and disdain, as if he wanted to unleash all the rage in his heart.

"Yes, you three fools are all on the verge of death, and you still want to drag us down with you!"

The words of the tribal prince seemed to ignite the anger in everyone's hearts, and others echoed him, their eyes revealing their disgust and anger towards the three disciples of the Sky-Supporting Sword Sect.

"His heart is despicable!" The roars of the crowd echoed in the air like thunderclaps, making people's ears ring.

The scolding from their teammates was like sharp knives, piercing the hearts of the three disciples of the Sky-Piercing Sword Sect, instantly causing their psychological defenses to collapse.

Their faces turned ashen, their eyes filled with anger and helplessness, yet they could not refute it. They could only stare fiercely at Chen Xuan, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces with their eyes.

"Chen Xuan, we are willing to offer up all our possessions, even to become your servants, just to beg you to spare us." The three men's voices trembled slightly, a mixture of fear of death and a desperate yearning for survival. Their eyes revealed despair and pleading, like drowning people grasping at their last straw.