The Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect let fate decide and wouldn’t force anyone to join.

But despite this, who among them would dare to simply turn around and leave?

Having arrived in the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm, a place where they understood next to nothing, exploring on their own was no different from courting death.

And just now, Jing Huaisong had already established a connection, which suggested that the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect was most likely a place that followed rules.

Thus, all the survivors from the Glazed Immortal Palace chose to follow, tacitly joining the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.

The round-faced disciple was rather easygoing. As he led the group in a certain direction, he would briefly answer some of their questions.

Many of them then learned that these disciples from the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect were originally here at the shores of the Fallen Immortal Sea to receive Martial Artists from the Outer Realms, or other seekers of the path.

From Zou Feng’s perspective, the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect’s policy of accepting all comers seemed casual and free, but it was clearly also a way of using a method similar to Cultivation Gu to nurture truly useful disciples...

After all, even though they had "joined" the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, they were all starting out as Outer Disciples.

And the Outer Sect, no matter how one looked at it, was nothing more than a place for Cultivation Gu.

’Just as I thought. No matter where you go, the methods for cultivating talent are all fundamentally the same.’

"Brother Chen, within our Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, is there a senior by the name of Gongsun Wuji?"

At this point, Gongsun Jinghong had no choice but to pull herself out of her dejection at being unable to become the Empress and quickly remembered the backer her Great Yan Royal Family had in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.

This was Gongsun Wuji, a powerful figure from a generation so long ago that even Gongsun Jinghong herself wasn’t sure how many ancestors removed he was.

The round-faced disciple had just introduced himself; his name was Chen Zifan.

Hearing this, Chen Zifan frowned slightly. "Gongsun Wuji?"

From his expression, it was clear he had no recollection of the name.

However, the female disciple next to Chen Zifan interjected, "Last year, among the senior brothers from the Inner Sect who perished after failing the Skyleap Gate trial, I think there was one with the surname Gongsun..."

After hearing that, Chen Zifan turned to Gongsun Jinghong and shrugged. "You heard her, right?"

Gongsun Jinghong froze for a moment, then lowered her head with a bitter smile.

When it rains, it pours. She hadn’t become the Empress, and her backer in the Eastern Land was gone, too.

’The Master from the Celestial Essence Sword Sect, on the other hand, was much more reliable.’

However, with the fall of the Great Yan Royal Family’s pillar of support in the Eastern Land, it also meant that the Royal Family’s fortune had truly run its course.

The earlier death of the reigning Emperor, Gongsun Xiang, had also confirmed this.

Following that, a few other Martial Artists who had connections in the Eastern Land began to ask about their own backers.

The answers they received were a mix of good news and bad.

The Rakshasa Sect, to which Leng Jing belonged, surprisingly also had a backer in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, and that person was still alive and well, leaving Leng Jing overjoyed.

Zou Feng, on the other hand, didn’t ask much. He just occasionally spoke in low tones with Teng County and Su Qingyu, quickly trying to cram as much common knowledge about the Eastern Land as possible.

After following Chen Zifan for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a massive Flying Celestial Ship, hundreds of yards long, came into view.

This giant Magical Artifact that could float in the air was truly an eye-opener for Zou Feng and the others.

They found it unbelievable and couldn’t fathom the principles that allowed it to float in the air.

"No need to be so surprised. This is just a small Flying Ship. You should know that when the Sect goes on expeditions to conquer Outer Realms, the flying ships they deploy can be the size of an entire city in your Great Yan," Chen Zifan said casually.

’Conquer Outer Realms?’

Zou Feng wasn’t surprised. The path of Cultivation was, by its very nature, all about plundering resources.

A behemoth like the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect would consume a massive amount of resources every single moment just to operate.

Even the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm itself could never sustain such terrifying consumption.

Therefore, conquering Outer Realms from time to time to seize resources was the top priority for these sects.

It was no wonder, then, that they accepted nearly all comers as candidates for Outer Disciples.

After all, every expedition to conquer an Outer Realm would inevitably result in the deaths of sect disciples, who must be constantly replenished.

The more Gu raised in the Outer Sect, the better, as this was the only way to promptly supplement the Inner Sect with new blood.

As for why their conquests of Outer Realms didn’t include Great Yan...

Of course, there was simply no need to conquer it. Great Yan had no resources that the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect would find worthy of notice.

After boarding the Flying Celestial Ship, Zou Feng and the others immediately saw that there were already many people on board. Dressed in a wide variety of clothing, it was obvious they weren’t from the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm and had boarded earlier.

It was obvious that they, too, were people from various Outer Realms who had crossed the Fallen Immortal Sea, hoping to find immortality and seek the Dao.

Their eyes also held a deep apprehension, not knowing if joining the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect would be the beginning of their Immortal Path, or the start of a tragedy...

Faced with the appearance of a large group of strangers, these people from the Outer Realms were naturally on high alert. They all huddled together in their own small groups and had almost no interaction with one another.

As the Flying Celestial Ship continued on its journey, more people from the Outer Realms were led aboard by Chen Zifan and the other Immortal Sect disciples along the way.

The job of Chen Zifan and these other Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect disciples was precisely to patrol this stretch of the Fallen Immortal Sea’s coast and receive the Martial Artists who arrived.

After assigning them rooms, Chen Zifan paid Zou Feng’s group no more mind and went back to his duties.

Because the Flying Ship was large enough, everyone was able to have their own room.

However, the rooms were very small, able to accommodate only the most basic furniture.

There was a single bed, stool, and table.

Entering his room, Zou Feng knew they likely wouldn’t be heading to the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect anytime soon.

From what Chen Zifan had said, their Flying Celestial Ship would have to continue patrolling the vicinity for about a month, only returning after they had picked up enough people from the Outer Realms.

And of course, the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect had dispatched more than just this one Flying Celestial Ship.

The coastline of the Fallen Immortal Sea was immense; a single reception ship was naturally not enough.

Not to mention the existence of other reception points.

In short, by the time they returned to the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, counting the recruits from the other Flying Ships, this single batch of new disciples joining the sect would number in the tens of thousands, at the very least.

And this was just one batch of newcomers.

Zou Feng could hardly imagine the total number of Outer Disciples in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.

’Of course, easy come, easy go. I’m afraid Outer Disciples are treated no different from cannon fodder.’

Returning to his room and sitting down, Zou Feng reached into his robes and rummaged around.

Soon, he pulled out the slumbering Xiaolv.

In fact, ever since they had entered the Glazed Immortal Palace, Xiaolv had fallen into a deep sleep and had yet to awaken.

Zou Feng now felt a little fortunate. It was a good thing he had brought Xiaolv with him on a whim, otherwise the little guy wouldn’t have been able to come with him to the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm.

If this strange insect had been left behind in Great Yan without his restraint, who knows what kind of trouble it would have caused.

It might well have brought a plague of insects upon Great Yan...

But it was good that it had come along. Here in the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm, Xiaolv should be able to evolve much better.

And in turn, provide him with higher-grade toxins. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

However, what Zou Feng found a little strange was that Chen Zifan had recognized Su Qingyu’s Calamity Poison Body at a single glance.

’But why didn’t Chen Zifan notice any special constitution in me?’

’Logically, after absorbing and refining so many Exotic Poisons, plus cultivating various Poison Skills to an extremely high Realm, I should have formed a special constitution of my own.’

’In the end, even with all that, is it still inferior to Su Qingyu’s innate Calamity Poison Body?’

’But that can’t be right. After all, the greatest strength of my constitution, thanks to the boon of the List of Gods, is that I suffer no side effects. That has to be a unique ability, something that has likely never been seen before, even in the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm.’

"Brother Feng, are you there?" Suddenly, Teng County’s voice came from outside the door.

Zou Feng said, "Come in."

It was worth mentioning that the doors to the rooms on the Flying Ship all had a Restriction on them, and the features of the occupants had been recorded upon moving in.

Therefore, without the room owner’s permission, no one else could get in.

With the exception of Chen Zifan and his people, of course.

"Brother Feng, I can’t sleep..." After receiving permission, the Restriction on the door temporarily vanished, and Teng County immediately pushed the door open and came in.