Both Yan Shenjun and the immortal servants witnessed this scene. Their master came out of nowhere and used his powers to bring an invisible door to reality.
They heard the loud noise and felt the aftershock too.
The immortal servants were startled when they saw Yan Shenjun hit the door. Nearly all of them thought, ‘If there is someone behind this door, they’ll surely be annoyed.’
No one liked having their door banged on.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the door opened to reveal the silhouette of a person.
Although that person wore a mask, everyone was able to sense the danger and discontent from him. Immortals had heightened senses that exceeded what a mortal was capable of. This was better in some aspects, but it also allowed them to notice things that one shouldn’t typically be able to detect.
For instance, force and murderous aura were things they could detect.
There was an inherent difference between the rage of a bunny compared to a fierce tiger.
Yan Shenjun and the immortal servants were feeling that right now.
One glance at the masked man and they dared not look at him anymore. They lowered their heads and leaned forward slightly to express submission.
Yan Shenjun wouldn’t do that, of course.
He was a tyrant, a profound immortal who was immensely strong. He also had an advantage over his peers. However, that all changed following the arrival of Curator. The threat he felt was very much real.
The aura flowing out of that door made his hair stand on its ends.
It was heavenly aura.
Apart from the oppressive force he felt from the beast mask, Yan Shenjun felt an urge to salute the man.
“You must be…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
It was like a smiling door-to-door salesman coming across a bad-tempered customer who just decided to slam the door in his face.
The instant the door was shut, it gradually vanished. This time, Yan Shenjun didn’t try to use his powers to force the door to reveal itself again.
Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have to guts to repeat the same mistake.
He was afraid to take the risk.
Too many types of auras emerged from the door. Some felt like that of monstrous beasts, while others felt like it came from tyrannical profound immortals. The most frightening among them all was the heavenly aura.
Heavenly aura was rarely found. In the times that it did appear, those who didn’t know what it was wouldn’t recognize it. Only profound immortals like Yan Shenjun who experienced the great immortal tragedy could recognize it.
It was said that the immortal devouring beast who swallowed countless immortals exuded this exact aura.
This alone frightened Yan Shenjun enough for him to back down.
Although he thought he was an existence to be feared, fear was fear. Yan Shenjun could never lie to himself. Only unfettered immortals were capable of utilizing heavenly aura.
This fact was consistent with what Yan Shenjun sensed earlier.
With so many coincidences conveniently placed together, even if he refused to believe it, his mind couldn’t help but start wandering in a certain direction. The person inside the door was probably an unfettered immortal.
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Yan Shenjun’s chest inadvertently tightened.
Unfettered immortals were believed to have gone extinct two thousand years ago. During the great immortal tragedy, because unfettered immortals had heavenly aura on them, they were the first to suffer the backlash of heaven.
In the blink of an eye, all unfettered immortals were struck by heaven’s thunder, dying completely.
Yan Shenjun had personally witnessed an all-powerful unfettered immortal being struck by heaven’s thunder, after which he disintegrated into ashes.
From that moment on, all unfettered immortals became extinct.
Yan Shenjun knew full well that should anyone become an unfettered immortal again, they would rise above all immortals. They might even become the next immortal emperor.
This was his wish and what he ultimately longed for.
Now, he realized that perhaps not all unfettered immortals were gone from this world.
‘No, not probably. He must be one.’ Yan Shenjun regained his senses and his eyes were now filled with envy and nervousness. He began pacing back and forth.
It seemed like he could only think this way and consider what to do next.
“Black Water!” yelled Yan Shenjun, before someone hurried into the cave.
If Lin Jin were here, he would recognize this person to be Black Water Taoist, the leader of Arid Continent’s Water God Cult.
However, Black Water Taoist looked very different from how he looked back then.
He had a ghastly aura around him and this aura wasn’t his. Instead, it came from the metal claw glove he was wearing.
This ghost claw was a domineering magic treasure crafted by a powerful demon thousands of years ago. After Yan Shenjun refined it, he gave it to Black Water Taoist.
With that, Black Water Taoist became officially accepted as Yan Shenjun’s apprentice.
However, those who knew Yan Shenjun well would know that Yan Shenjun only ever saw one person as his true disciple. The others were just dogs at his disposal.
Black Water Taoist was probably aware of this fact, but he still came willingly. He came because he had so much to gain by following Yan Shenjun. If it meant he had to become a lapdog, then so be it.
What was so bad about being a dog?
“Master, I’m here.” Black Water Taoist bowed. After serving Yan Shenjun for a while, Black Water Taoist grew accustomed to his master’s temperament.
In Yan Shenjun’s presence, one must remember his place and never overstep boundaries. Black Water Taoist heard from his seniors that one time, a disciple of Yan Shenjun’s had grown too arrogant. Within two days, Yan Shenjun got rid of him with a trivial excuse.
He chose to do it before the other disciples to set an example.
From then on, none of Yan Shenjun’s disciples forgot their place.
“You said you met Curator before?” Yan Shenjun’s voice sounded cold. Black Water Taoist had a bad feeling about this but he responded obediently, “In response to Master’s question, my Water God Cult in Arid Continent was destroyed by Curator and I personally met him there.”
“Does his mask look like this? Does his physique look like this?” Yan Shenjun raised his finger to cast the illusion of the person he saw behind the door. Black Water Taoist looked up and answered, “That’s right, it’s him. That’s Curator.”
“Black Water, what did you previously say about Curator’s cultivation level?”
Confused, Black Water could only brace himself to come up with an answer, “Curator’s reputation is well-known throughout the mainlands. Odds are, he’s the strongest person in the outside world. He’s incredibly powerful, but I still think that he can’t possibly compete with the immortals of the extraterritorial zone. In any case, he can’t compare to Master at all…”
“Useless fool!” snapped Yan Shenjun. It frightened Black Water Taoist into prostrating before his master. He trembled as he wondered how he had angered his master.
Yan Shenjun suppressed his murderous intent and emphasized, “Curator is a genuine unfettered immortal. Now, tell me every single rumor or news you’ve heard in the mainlands about this man. Should you leave anything out, I will kill you.”