Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

One month later. The main force of the Cultivators Alliance officially launched their attack on East State. Following the defeat of Ye Luo and others by the corpse of an Immortal. The whole Divinity Continent was once again shaken. Countless people were shocked by the Cultivators Alliance, especially those hidden sects in Zhongzhou, who felt deep apprehension towards the Cultivators Alliance. How strong were Ye Luo and the others? United, all the strong characters on the Divinity Continent, even if gathered together, were no match for them. Especially Ye Luo, he was like a bug of sorts. All of them together, still no match. Yet such a group of prodigies had been defeated by that corpse of an Immortal. This made countless forces on the Divinity Continent fearful of the Cultivators Alliance's ambition. They were well aware. If the Cultivators Alliance really did overthrow the Wayless Sect, they would definitely turn their attention to the entire Divinity Continent. If even the Wayless Sect couldn't stop them. Then who could? The many forces on the Divinity Continent could only pray. Pray that the Wayless Sect could defeat the Cultivators Alliance. These forces had no intention of intervening, but instead kept a watchful eye on the situation. On the other hand, many subordinate forces under the Wudao Sect disciples took action one after another, pouring out in full force, attempting to make a final stand against the Cultivators Alliance in East State. Even though their Sect Masters had been defeated, they also made their move, all to guard the ancestral home of the Wayless Sect. ... At the same time. On a grand road in the East State border. The Cultivators' Alliance Leader, Qin Zimo, sat in a luxurious Dragon Carriage pulled by flood dragons. Sitting up there, his face expressionless, which made it impossible for others to guess what he was thinking. His gaze was fixed in the direction of Misty Mountain. He had already learned the location of the Wayless Sect through a special channel. So his journey was directly aimed at the Wayless Sect. Yet for some reason. Now as he looked in the direction of Misty Mountain, an eerie feeling of palpitations emerged. As if there was great danger in this trip. But he did not think that there could be any danger. He possessed the corpse of an Immortal, and that Immortal was his ancestor. Immortals were different from mortals. No matter how strong the Sect Master of the Wayless Sect was, he was still a mortal. With the corpse of his Immortal ancestor, he would surely be able to defeat him easily. With this thought, Qin Zimo steadied his mind, calming himself down, and turned to glance at the Profound Iron Coffin following his Dragon Carriage. Lying inside the coffin was the corpse of his Immortal ancestor. Qin Zimo had it carried along carelessly. Not afraid of any mishaps. An Immortal's Corpse, common people who dare to open the coffin must be killed by its Celestial Might. Let alone carrying it out to confront an enemy. It was only Qin Zimo, as a descendant with bloodline resonance, who could move this Immortal's Corpse. Therefore, Qin Zimo was very confident in the safety of the Immortal's Corpse, even more confident that in the Mundane World of the Divinity Continent, no one could pose as an enemy to the Immortal's Corpse. With this corpse, he could dominate the world. Once he used the Immortal's Corpse to defeat the Wayless Sect. The whole Divinity Continent would then become something he held in the palm of his hand, and with the resources of the entire continent, he might become the first person in this era to achieve Ascension. Qin Zimo had made a perfect plan for his future. Thinking of this, an involuntary smile appeared on that expressionless face. "Speed up, head to the Wayless Sect," he murmured encouragingly. The people outside responded in unison and quickened their steps. Seeing this, Qin Zimo was somewhat satisfied. He turned his head to look at the large troop moving forward outside and seemed to recall something, then asked a person beside the Dragon Carriage. "I ordered the strong ones from the Second-Rank Sects and above to gather. Are some still missing?" Qin Zimo asked. "Alliance Leader, no one is missing. It's just that some have gone to suppress various places. Right now, several Holy Lands are taking action with all their might, so we need people to suppress them." "As for those who haven't arrived... it's Haoran Academy. I heard they are still on the way." Someone answered. "Haoran Academy? Where are they now?" Qin Zimo still had quite an impression of Haoran Academy. "Just left the academy gates." That person replied. Qin Zimo: "?" After such a long battle, you're telling me this force has just left their gates? Qin Zimo's expression darkened; he had realized Haoran Academy's intentions. Fence-sitters, huh? When he had defeated the Wayless Sect, he would see how many guts Haoran Academy really had, daring to be fence-sitters. ... Outside Misty Mountain. The defeated Ye Luo and others returned here. The state of every one of them was extremely poor. Their breathing was all very unstable. Especially Ye Luo, who confronted the Immortal's Corpse head-on, was even more disheveled and in a sorry state. Celestial Might was like a prison. Even though Ye Luo was confident he could fight against it, being covered by that force belonging to an Immortal, he couldn't exert any combat power at all. If this was the case for him, not to mention his junior brothers and sisters, and the many fellow disciples. In the face of this Celestial Might, they had no power to resist at all. This caused Ye Luo great frustration. He yearned for more powerful strength. But to get stronger, he simply couldn't obtain it now. According to what they had seen, those people from the Cultivators Alliance were heading straight for the Wayless Sect, probably on their way now. "Big brother, let's go find our Respected Master! We're no match for that broken corpse, but Respected Master can definitely beat it!" Su Qianyuan gritted his teeth. It was also the first time in his life that he suffered such a big loss. He had the fighting capacity, but just couldn't exhibit it. The Celestial Might was too terrifying. "Let's go, let's ask our Respected Master for help." After a moment of silence, Ye Luo slightly nodded; at this point, they had no other choice. When they couldn't win the fight, they had to ask their Respected Master for help. The other fellow disciples heard Ye Luo's words and also silently nodded their heads. Without saying anything further, they all turned around and flew up the mountain, wanting to find their Respected Master, Chu Yuan. But they were stunned when they got up the mountain. Because they found that their Respected Master was not in the Sect at all, it seemed he had already gone out. In the Sect, only Xu Baby, Li Ergang, and Ao Ye were left. Ao Yu was too ashamed to face the Respected Master after losing one of his treasures and had gone down the mountain to search for that treasure. Upon learning of this. Ye Luo and the others were instantly bewildered. The enemy was about to attack, and the Respected Master was actually absent. Was this the rhythm of handing everything over on a silver platter? Fortunately, Ye Luo remained very calm. After finding out the Respected Master wasn't there, he immediately changed his course towards Xiangdao Mountain, ready to ask Baize for help. When Baize heard about this, he laughed out loud. "This? Is this trifling matter so distressing for you? A matter like this, I reckon Daoist Chu hasn't even taken it to heart. A Loose Immortal's corpse, something as insignificant as an ant, doesn't even deserve a glance from us. Such a trivial matter?" Baize laughed out loud. Which made Ye Luo and the others extremely depressed. Unusually, each of them felt an urgent desire to enhance their own strengths...