Chengfengzhuan

"Stop cultivating immortals! This is no place for you to wait!" An old but majestic voice sounded, like thunder rolling across the sky. Everyone followed the sound and saw an old man in ragged clothes standing on the mountain road ahead. His face was haggard, his beard drooped like tangled grass, and he exuded an aura of silence. However, when his gaze swept across the crowd, it was as sharp as a blade, making people hold their breath involuntarily. "I advise you all to turn back. This is the territory of warriors, and immortal cultivators are not allowed to set foot in it!" The old man held a broken wooden staff, his voice was plain, but it contained undoubted power. The immortal cultivators looked at each other with contempt in each other's eyes. A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes walked forward with a sneer on his lips: "A mere mortal dares to block the path of immortal cultivators like me? Ridiculous!"