The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

The young man muttered uneasily, his eyes filled with incomprehension.

He really could not understand why they, the pride of the world, would encounter a member of the human race who could crush them in such a gloomy place. He could even barely comprehend the case if they met some ferocious creature that could oppress them.

Although this gloomy place had been shattered, extremely ancient beings still slumbered there, and their offspring and descendents were not weaker than these proud figures of the human race. Some were even exaggeratedly formidable and defied the norm.

But this human, named Feng Qing’an, what gave him such power? The cultivation he practised was not the human’s Immortal Sutra, but the Ghost Path Scripture, which conflicted with his own constitution.

In such a situation, not only would his combat power not increase, but it would be suppressed. Yet even so, he could still overpower them, killing them until they had no choice but to flee in disgrace.

“We’re all beaten up like this, and you think he’s just an independent practitioner? His Sword Array is not an ancient artifact. It wouldn’t take more than ten years from casting to completion.”

Another young man, his face filled with apprehension, added, burying deep fear in his eyes. The more he knew, the more apprehensive he became.

“A Ghost Immortal?”

The third young prodigy responded quickly and immediately associated it with when they were captured by the Ghost Immortal and thrown into the Underground Palace. Even if they called for their ancestors, they got no response, which was a strange situation.

“You mean, our entry into this gloom, and even into this secret realm, was a conspiracy that had been arranged long ago?”

“I faintly feel an invisible hand pushing all of this.”

“For what purpose?”

“What about the true immortals our sect dispatched here?”

“Impossible, even if there are ancient beings hidden in this gloom, they wouldn’t provoke so many immortal sects at once. They’re seeking death.”

“Feng Qing’an might know something, from the moment he appeared, everything about him felt odd.”

Having joined forces to deal with one person only to end up defeated, their morale was completely shattered. The more they thought about each of Feng Qing’an’s moves, the more they felt this mysterious young man was unfathomable.

“Even if there is some conspiracy, Feng Qing’an is merely a pawn of the hidden hand, what secrets can he know?”

“Enough, even if he’s an insignificant pawn, what use is it? We can’t even overcome a simple pawn let alone, figure out any plot or hidden hand. We should think about how to survive first. Given Feng Qing’an’s character, he would surely want to kill us.”

As these words fell, the faces of the three young prodigies, which had already turned pale from their injuries, became even more somber.

They were now caught between a rock and a hard place. After such an event, they of course wanted to withdraw from the secret realm, even if there were opportunities in this place.

No matter how many opportunities, could they compare with life itself? What good is it to get opportunities if one doesn’t have a life to enjoy them?

Moreover, they should never have called the immortals of their sect. Exiting halfway now would undoubtedly disgrace their sects.

For the sake of face, the immortals would disregard even their favored disciples. Even disasters resulting in the fall of many immortals had occurred before, let alone them.

So they had to endure in the secret realm, depending solely on themselves. Even if they begged their ancestors for help, they would not lend them any divine power.

More than one true immortal had proven it. Merely using a strand of divine consciousness to confront Feng Qing’an was of no use, apart from being a loss of face.

“So, what do we do now?”

“What do we do? How can we possibly fight him? We can only hide. If he finds us… well, we can only pray for mercy.”

“Then we must not stick together!”

“May good fortune befall you both. I take my leave!”

“Best wishes…”

Just as these young prodigies were about to comfort each other and say their goodbyes and scatter like birds and beasts, above their heads, the white clouds that had previously been floating gently in the sky began to gather rapidly.

This eerie scene instantly put the three skittish prodigies on edge. While still wielding their instruments, they looked up at the sky.

Thus, the three young prodigies watched in alarm as the drifting clouds above their heads swirled, forming a familiar face they would never forget.

“Feng Qing’an?”

“It’s impossible! What did you do?”

The scene before their eyes was challenging the perceived norms and cognition of the young prodigies because they couldn’t feel any trace of Daoism or Divine Powers from the floating clouds in the sky.

The appearance of the floating clouds in the sky was as natural as if blown by the wind, not as if someone was controlling it intentionally. But how could this be possible? The face alone that made them fearful had formed naturally?

“Fellow Daoists, I perceive the end of your luck and lives, so embark on your journey with peace!”

A profound voice echoed through the sky. The face formed by the white drifting clouds darkened at a visible rate, and countless bright arcs of electricity flickered within it.