Xuan Province descended into chaos, and those Holy Lands and Great Teachings at the top of the Immortal Sect’s hierarchy were the first to react.

The sudden emergence of a figure like Lv Bai would undoubtedly affect their status, so they had to prepare early.

Such astonishing news couldn’t be contained; it spread from the top down, gradually reaching all sizes of Immortal Sects in Xuan Province, even reaching the ears of loose cultivators.

Even though these matters had nothing directly to do with the common people, they could sense that the usually lofty Upper Immortals had clearly become more nervous recently.

Unclear about what’s happening and unable to figure out the situation, they only knew that even the Upper Immortals were afraid, which was simply unbelievable.

As time went on, the entire Xuan Province fell into a state of collective panic.

...

Crack~

Atop a mist-shrouded peak, a crack abruptly appeared on the chessboard in front of an old man in a white robe.

"Something’s gone wrong."

The old man in white awoke as if from a dream, a trace of fear flashing in his deep eyes.

He immediately took out two turtle shells from his Storage Ring, muttering incantations before finally tossing them out.

The old man scrutinized the appearance of the turtle shells, his face gradually becoming filled with worry.

"The heavenly secrets are obscured, who exactly is this person?"

...

"A monster, that’s a monster! Even an Immortal Artifact couldn’t harm him!" a disheveled old man shouted as he walked on the ground.

The mortals or low-tier cultivators along the way dared not entertain any thoughts of taking advantage.

After all, although the old man appeared insane, he naturally exuded a powerful oppression, at least at the Divinity Transformation Stage or higher.

The gap in their level of existence was too great; even mortals couldn’t help but kneel in worship when approaching.

Clearly, this old man was one who had fled from the battle at the Cyan Hope Sect’s mountain gate.

As he passed through a city, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator within the city mustered the courage to approach and investigate.

The cultivator found that the old man’s physical body was intact, with no wounds, yet his Primordial Spirit was incredibly dim, seemingly on the verge of vanishing at any moment.

Upon this discovery, the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was immediately so frightened that he was beside himself.

It’s known that such injuries to the Primordial Spirit are not uncommon; in simpler terms, it is the so-called collapse of the Dao heart.

But this old man’s cultivation was at least at the Divinity Transformation Stage. What terrifying event could have occurred to leave him on the brink of being scared to extinction?

The Nascent Soul Stage cultivator panicked, feeling he might have stumbled upon a significant secret, potentially putting his life in danger.

He was considered a veteran at the Nascent Soul Stage.

He understood well that in front of true big shots, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was just as insignificant as a larger ant.

Foreseeing impending disaster, the loose cultivator immediately turned back into the city, telling his disciple he was going into seclusion and not to disturb him under any circumstances.

...

Golden Scale Sacred Land, Golden Lotus Hall.

This was a forbidden ground not permitted for any but direct disciples to enter.

Usually, it’s very quiet, yet at this moment the hall was crowded with many people.

The Saint Master and elders gathered to conduct a high-level internal meeting.

Seated at the head were two elder men with white hair and beards, the only two remaining Supreme Elders of Golden Scale Sacred Land, representing the true foundation of an Immortal Sect’s legacy.

"You’ve all read the messages brought back by the Third Supreme, haven’t you? What are your thoughts? Let’s hear them." The First Supreme spoke, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow.

The Golden Scale Saint Master pondered for a moment and said, "First, we need to determine what that figure’s intentions are. Easily bowing down with our entire Sacred Land could lead to us being used, and once we’re no longer of use, we’ll be discarded like worn-out shoes."

With the Golden Scale Saint Master taking the lead, other elders also spoke up.

To be honest, they weren’t very pleased with the Third Supreme’s approach; no one likes someone suddenly finding a bigger boss to report to over your head.

However, some elders, through various channels, had already caught wind of Lv Bai’s methods, realizing that if they couldn’t win despite fighting with all their might, then quickly selling themselves at a good price might not be so bad after all.

In the noisy hall, an elder whispered, "Everyone here surely understands that figure’s origins, attaining Mahayana Stage cultivation in such a short time, possessing many methods we can’t comprehend. Calling him a Mortal Immortal would be no exaggeration."

"Our pursuit in cultivating has always been ascension to immortality, achieving longevity and clear sight. Now, with an Immortal before us, choosing to submit seems only logical."

An elder chimed in in agreement, "Since ancient times, those who followed the dragon early on gained the greatest benefits; don’t think we’re the only ones at Golden Scale Sacred Land with this notion."

Without exception.

Such high-level internal meetings were being held across Xuan Province.

Various Immortal Sects discussed matters related to Lv Bai.

Sects that chose to relocate had long since embarked, likely nearing the border of Xuan Province by now.

And those sects unwilling to part with their inherited estates had to consider how to deal with such an invincible figure as Lv Bai.

However,

What none of them expected was that half a month passed peacefully since that battle concluded.

Lv Bai didn’t capitalize on his victory, leveraging his great triumph to force submission from various Immortal Sects, but instead chose to lay low.

He even released some of the disciples from various Immortal Sects that had besieged their mountain gate, allowing them to return to their own sects.

The Immortal Sects couldn’t fathom what Lv Bai intended, as for the thought that Lv Bai didn’t care at all, tacitly letting the matter end?

Realistically, someone ruthless enough to eliminate so many elders and notable figures at once could never just let it go without consequence.

The unknown is often the most frightening.

Waiting for the eventual judgment to descend, not knowing what the future holds, left all the Immortal Sects in Xuan Province in a constant state of fear and anxiety.

...

Lv Bai, of course, wasn’t concerned with what the Immortal Sects were thinking; he was busy training his "Inspection Team."

Cyan Hope Sect’s mountain gate, in the plaza once used for entrance assessments.

Lv Bai sat cross-legged atop the Inquiry Stone, which stood two people high at the plaza’s center, overseeing this team composed of high-level survivors from various Immortal Sects.

Leading them, naturally, was the Third Supreme of Golden Scale Sacred Land, along with Sect Leader Xun of the Taishi Sect.

Although tallying only twenty-seven members in total, their cultivation was at least at the Integration Stage, with even four Mahayana Stage cultivators among them.

It’s not that Lv Bai looked down on Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators; it was purely due to the chaos at the time, where once the Immortal Artifact’s oppressive force descended, Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators couldn’t participate at all and were all knocked to the ground.

Thus, most Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators survived, seizing the chance to flee Cyan Hope Sect.

"Elder Lv, we have thoroughly studied the laws you’ve established and are ready to commence inspection duties at any time."

The Third Supreme stood before him, straight as a ramrod, completely devoid of his previous immortal bearing.

One could only say that while his physical body was strong, his flexibility was quite remarkable.