Overgeared

The East Continent was rather desolate compared to the West Continent, where the main force of the Overgeared Guild was active. The beautiful, unique culture of the East was a barrier that prevented people from entering. This was understandable, considering that only a quarter of the 2.5 billion players were Asian.

However, the population of the East continent seemed small only when compared to the West. There were actually many people active in the East, and many of them were famous around the world.

“...This is some bullshit.” Hwang Gildong sighed. “I think we’re ruined.”

According to the Chivalrous Robbers, a total of sixty-two Full Moon Fortresses had appeared in the East Continent. However, people couldn’t do anything about any of them.

A few days ago, news arrived that hundreds or thousands of adventurers advanced like they were an army to deal with the fortresses, but they didn’t stand a chance.

Old Sword Demon frowned. He looked very annoyed. “Do you have to be so pessimistic already?”

Hwang Gildong didn’t care how he reacted. He made a noise in the back of his throat. “I know, I know. The Four Auspicious Beasts haven’t come forward yet, and the Peach Blossom Spring won’t just sit around and do nothing in this situation. However, most of the Full Moon Fortresses are guarded by Absolutes. It’s unlikely that the Four Auspicious Beasts and daoist immortals will be able to do much in this situation.”

Hwang Gildong paused and sighed again.

“Besides, the daoist immortals might not really help us. They have achieved their goals after dreaming of eternal life. Would they risk themselves to interfere so much in the affairs of this world? This is just the petty and wishful thinking of poor people who haven’t witnessed the immortals’ selfishness.”

“......”

Thirty minutes passed. During this time, Old Sword Demon closed his eyes, ignoring Hwang Gildong’s endless sighs. He was fascinated by the technique books he had recently looted from a group of cultivators.

He found something incredibly valuable inside one of the books that contained the spiritual root condensation method. This type of content was difficult for ordinary people to follow easily, but this was not the case for Old Sword Demon, who controlled his mana at will.

Just a little bit more…

Now, it seemed like he just needed to condense around three teaspoons of mana in the dantian to achieve a spiritual root. Sitting still for four days to concentrate on his cultivation seemed like time well spent now.

Hwang Gildong knew he had been meditating, yet he dared come and bother him. He’d always been an obnoxious individual.

Suddenly, a voice began talking to them. “Not all daoist immortals are selfish. Even after they ascend, some keep an eye on the world out of concern for their descendants. Didn’t you also witness the struggle of the Sword Immortal?”

Hwang Gildong was surprised. He took a deep breath. “Hah...”

Old Sword Demon also opened his eyes.

A beautiful woman wearing a crimson robe was smiling at them. Old Sword Demon and Hwang Gildong recognized her. All three had worked together at some point, thanks to Grid.

The woman was Yeo Yulan. She was one of the strongest daoist immortals, and she was so powerful, she could even defeat Transcendents.

She descended followed by more than ten daoist immortals. “We are here to help you this time.”

So Peach Blossom Spring was also taking this situation seriously.

The cultivators suddenly appeared in the world one day. The words they spoke were bizarre and alien. They ignored mental training and argued that only physical training would allow them to climb to being an Absolute.

The daoist immortals didn’t get to discuss too thoroughly with them, but the cultivator’s terrible intentions were expressed naturally through their behavior. They easily slaughtered others just to accumulate more power, which wasn’t acceptable.

felt the need to stop them. Those who dared tarnish the names of immortals were undermining the

Gildong

sky and ask for help. Thank you for being the first to take action. You seem particularly proactive.

techniques, talismans, and other treasures

Yulan’s eyes curved like a fox’s. Her orange eyes

rather worried about you. I guess you have already been persuaded by

from killing the cultivators and looting their corpses, not by striking a deal with them. You don’t necessarily have to take my word on this. You can ask everybody in town and

that I am hundreds of years

look just like my

they would be valuable and that’s why she came to help, but she still had some doubts. Luckily,

have gathered about the Full Moon Fortresses so far. We

“You will?”

problem with us dealing

Transcendents? You aren’t that different from us in terms of power level. On the

“...What?”

made the daoist immortals whisper to each

commotion

is completely

erosion ritual? Bullshit. How are we supposed to

were the players who were wiped out and resurrected after going on the expedition to the Full Moon Fortresses. They

became serious once the number of players returning exceeded

among the cultivators? Are the daoist immortals they are talking about gods and

very least, they won’t acknowledge you

Just then…

“Uwaaaack!”

us all

daoist immortals rushed to the windows and couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Countless people were seen flying on the horizon,

in the center of the city. Powerful shockwaves burst out in tandem, causing the surrounding houses to

sighed. “...They really are

before she could even react, but it was blocked by a talisman

like snakes and approached

and flying into the air. The void refining cultivator, who had

that crude piece

mouth and imprinted itself onto the talisman. He shot a huge, silver

raised her sword to block it, but the chain, which was

Yulan’s beautiful face

couldn’t help her. The number of cultivators who invaded the city were in the hundreds, and that included void refining cultivators. There were so many that it was hard for her

“Kuaack!”

The daoist immortals screamed.

“......?”

and slowly dissipated. The chain

eyes closed regardless of what was happening around him. But now, he was at the center of

Yulan was bleeding. He seemed quite