Chapter 2431: The True Immortal Descends Shaking the Human Race

Not long after, news that the three great powerhouses of the Green Spirit Race had been killed by a human Mahayana cultivator quickly spread.

As soon as the alien races adjacent to the Green Spirit Race heard this news, they were all greatly shocked and immediately dispatched personnel to investigate its veracity.

After some more time, the entire Minor Spirit Realm was completely stirred up by this matter.

Meanwhile, the Ink Spirit Giant Boat had already flown out of the territory controlled by the Green Spirit Race, heading straight for the human inhabited lands on the other side of the Minor Spirit Realm.

Several days later, within the human domain, on a gigantic peak nearly ten thousand zhang high, several human powerhouses were gathered around a stone table, conversing inside a seemingly ancient stone hall.

These humans, consisting of three men and one woman, all possessed cultivation above the Integration stage, and their expressions were unusually grave as they conversed.

"Is the news truly confirmed?" asked a dark-skinned middle-aged man loudly. "Was it really a human Mahayana cultivator who killed those three old Green Spirit Race fellows along with the Ancient Tree Ancestral Spirit?"

"Although our scouts couldn't enter the Green Sea," replied another white-haired old man, stroking his beard, "judging by the reactions of the various races, this news is most likely correct. Otherwise, the Green Spirit Race wouldn't have hastily withdrawn all their forces into the Green Sea within just a few days, appearing as if they are preparing for a complete lockdown."

"But you and I both know clearly," said a beautiful woman in blue robes opposite him with a frown, "that in the Minor Spirit Realm, our human race has never produced a Mahayana stage existence. It hasn't happened before, and it's unlikely to happen in the future either."

"That might have been true before," said a man with an unusually stern face. "But now, have you forgotten Immortal Moon? With Immortal Moon's astonishing talent, cultivating from the Void Refinement stage to the Great Perfection of Integration in such a short time, she might actually have hope of breaking the legend of no Mahayana cultivators in the Minor Spirit Realm."

"Daoist Moon's talent goes without saying," replied the beautiful woman in blue robes, her expression subtly shifting at the mention of "Immortal Moon," but still shaking her head. "Becoming the strongest among our human race in just two thousand years, and even contending with the Ancient Tree Ancestral Spirit of the Green Spirit Race without being at a disadvantage. But to say Daoist Moon can advance to the Mahayana stage in the Minor Spirit Realm's insufficient spiritual energy environment is still quite unlikely."

"It's only 'unlikely'," the stern man retorted unceremoniously. "Given Immortal Moon's monstrous talent, there's still a glimmer of hope."

"If Immortal Moon can advance to the Mahayana stage, it would naturally be a fortunate event for us humans of the Minor Spirit Realm," the white-haired old man said calmly. "However, given Daoist Moon's current situation, she'll need to accumulate several more centuries of cultivation before she can attempt to break through this bottleneck. By the way, Immortal Moon is currently cultivating a very important secret art. I wonder if she can attend this gathering?"

"Daoist Tie, rest assured," a thin, gaunt man who had not spoken until now suddenly said faintly. "Although Immortal Moon cannot emerge from seclusion right now, I have already sent the relevant information directly to her secluded cultivation spot. I believe she will also send us a message soon."

"Very good," the white-haired old man nodded with satisfaction and asked again. "If Immortal Moon weren't to participate in discussions about such a major event, this old man would be rather uneasy. Now, everyone, tell me, where did this newly appearing human Mahayana cultivator come from?"

"Where else could they be from?" said the beautiful woman in blue robes, raising an eyebrow. "Most likely, it's a Mahayana cultivator who broke in from the outside world."

"This possibility is indeed the greatest," the dark-skinned man said in agreement. "But since this person is a human Mahayana cultivator, they must have come from the Spirit Realm. And if they found a way to enter the Minor Spirit Realm, they surely also have the ability to leave this realm via the same channel they used to arrive. For us, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go to the Spirit Realm."

"Only in the Spirit Realm can we have a glimmer of possibility to advance to the Mahayana stage," said the stern man, a flicker of fervent light in his eyes, after thinking for a moment. "Previously, although various races had discovered exits from this realm, unfortunately, no one could withstand the terrifying power of the passage's boundary, and could only sigh in despair. If this human Mahayana cultivator truly broke in from the outside world by themselves, then it is indeed a great opportunity for us humans of the Minor Spirit Realm."

"However, we don't know much about the Spirit Realm," the white-haired old man said with great foresight. "Whether this Mahayana cultivator truly came from the Spirit Realm, or if they are even a human cultivator, is still uncertain. But one thing is certain: this person will likely come to visit the human inhabited lands in this realm. Therefore, some precautionary preparations must be made. In case this person does not value their fellow race and harbors ill intentions, we cannot be completely unprepared."

"Old Man Bai's words are reasonable," the stern man said, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "However, for that person to be able to kill all three Ancient Tree Ancestral Spirits, upon whom the Green Spirit Race relies, their divine abilities must be immense. At that time, Immortal Moon must also appear for there to be any possibility of resistance. After all, Daoist Moon is the only one among us whose strength approaches that of a true Mahayana cultivator."

"Immortal Moon emerging from seclusion immediately might not be easy," the gaunt man said with a frown, about to continue, "After all, Daoist Moon is currently..."

Just then, a clear hum sounded from outside the hall, and a silver light shot forth. After a few flashes, it reached above the group, circled once, then transformed into a small silver sword and landed in front of their stone table.

On the silver sword, a pale white jade slip was conspicuously lodged.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions varied.

After a slight contemplation, the white-haired old man raised a hand and flicked the jade slip off the silver sword.

After the small sword trembled once, it transformed back into a streak of silver light and pierced through the air, departing. After a single flash, it vanished without a trace at the hall entrance.

Everyone else's gaze instantly landed on the object in the white-haired old man's hand.

The old man then placed the jade slip on his forehead and, with slightly closed eyes, extended his spiritual sense into it.

After a moment, the old man's expression stirred, and he opened his eyes with a hint of joy:

"It is indeed Immortal Moon's sword message," he announced. "Daoist Moon has promised that once that Mahayana cultivator enters the human inhabited region, she will meet them with us."

"This is excellent!" the gaunt man said with great delight. "With Daoist Moon accompanying us, we'll feel much more at ease."

The others also visibly relaxed.

After further discussion, everyone left the stone hall one after another and began to make preparations.

In another hidden valley, inside a secret chamber whose entrance was sealed by layers of ice, a slender young woman in white robes was seated quietly on a silver disc as bright as the moon, meditating on something.

The young woman's figure was as motionless as a statue, but faintly exuded an indescribable, peerless grace. Her slightly lowered, jade-like face was enveloped in a faint silver light, preventing anyone from seeing her true features.

More than half a month later, with a roar above a continuous mountain range at the border of the human inhabited region, a black giant boat, like a small mountain, swept across the high sky. After a few flashes, it shot towards the depths of the human inhabited region.

Some low and mid-level cultivators in the mountains below, seeing this sight, were stunned speechless.

These humans, who had lived in the Minor Spirit Realm for years, had never seen such a gigantic flying artifact.

However, some observant individuals, the moment the black giant boat appeared, immediately used special artifacts to transmit this news to the rear.

Therefore, although the Demonic Spirit Sacred Boat was extremely conspicuous, as it sped through the skies above the human region, no one stepped forward to obstruct or question it.

Two days later, after flying over a wide lake, the black giant boat stopped among several exceptionally lush small mountains.

"Senior Han, that's where my mother's cave dwelling is located," a young woman's voice, full of immense joy, came from the giant boat high in the air. "Besides my mother and me, several other aunts, uncles, and cousins live on other peaks here."

Then, with a flash of silver light, Zhu Guo'er excitedly rushed down from the giant boat and headed straight for one of the small mountains.

"It seems this girl is truly homesick," a lightly laughing male voice also sounded from the boat. "Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so eager to leave without even saying goodbye."

"Master Han, Guo'er has never been away from home for so long before," another extremely respectful voice also emerged. "This time, finally able to return and see her family, it's natural for her emotions to show."

No sooner had the words fallen than a faint green light flashed in the air. Han Li appeared in front of the giant boat with Old Ancestor Huashi, looking down at the small mountains.

At this moment, after a flash, Zhu Guo'er directly disappeared into a stone wall on the mountainside, vanishing from sight.

Han Li smiled faintly and then quietly waited high in the air.

At this moment, he could naturally sense that there were people on the other peaks quietly observing him and the giant boat behind him with certain artifacts. At this point, out of apprehension, they hadn't dared to reveal themselves directly.

After the time it takes to eat a meal, the stone wall where Zhu Guo'er disappeared suddenly flashed with a radiant glow, and from it emerged a gracefully dressed young woman.

At a glance, this young woman's appearance was six or seven parts similar to Zhu Guo'er, and the slightly red-eyed young girl clinging tightly to her side was none other than Zhu Guo'er herself, who had just entered.

"Junior Shi Xianyun greets Senior!" the young woman said, after glancing at Han Li and Old Ancestor Huashi in the air, then immediately bowed respectfully from afar with Zhu Guo'er. "Guo'er told me that her life was saved thanks to Senior's rescue this time. Junior is truly grateful beyond words."

"You are Zhu Guo'er's mother. Your cultivation is indeed not weak," Han Li said calmly from high in the air, his expression subtly shifting after scanning the young woman's Void Refinement stage cultivation. "Rise. Besides bringing Zhu Guo'er home, I have a few other matters to inquire about."

"Yes, Senior. Please come to my humble cave dwelling for a chat," the young woman said respectfully after rising. "Although my humble abode doesn't have any spiritual tea or spiritual wine, I do have a few types of spiritual fruits rarely seen in the outside world, and I hope Senior might sample some."

"Oh, since you are so kind, I won't be overly polite then," Han Li nodded and then instructed Old Ancestor Huashi beside him, "Huashi, you stay outside for now."