Hong Zhou tilted his head sideways, and his gaze met his three disciples, who were looking at him and waiting for him to say or teach them something.
'They look like beggars, I have to give them something somehow,' Hong Zhou thought.
While Hong Zhou was looking into their eyes, he came to a realization 'one of them is driven by revenge, while the other has nothing to lose. What an incredible duo.'
Hong Zhou walked to the altar and picked up the rusted sword, "Repair," he commanded. This was the second time he used his domain's abilities; the first was to heal the siblings, who were near death, and the second was to repair an unknown sword.
Seconds later, the rusted sword transformed into an immortal weapon. Blue light ascended to the sky, signifying the birth of an immortal weapon.
"Replicate to 4." The sword cloned itself into four. "Indestructibility." The concept of indestructibility was added to the sword.
[Congratulations, you have successfully repaired a low-tier immortal weapon to a semi-god tier relic. The relic has the ability of teleportation, and you have been rewarded with four sect uniforms.]
Long black cloaks appeared in front of Hong Zhou; inside them was red fabric. It was a dharma treasure that could regenerate missing parts if torn and also regenerate its user.
'I remember reading in the Luo Celestial Sect that treasures are divided into normal, semi-mortal, mortal, semi-immortal, immortal, semi-god, god, semi-dharma, and dharma.'
'Dharma treasures are soul linked treasures; they stay with the user until death. The higher the cultivation of the user, the stronger the dharma treasure. Cultivating to immortality is hard, but just by wearing this uniform cloak, it will grant you regenerative immortality and hide the cultivation of the user, giving them the upper hand in fights.'
Hong Zhou wrote on the back of the cloak: First Disciple: Yang Sen, Second Disciple: Wang Muwon, Third Disciple: Wang Sung.
"Create shoes," he imagined, and immortal shoes appeared on the floor—four of them.
The disciples were shocked. It was as if they were watching a show; things don't just appear from nothing. Yet their master had repaired an immortal weapon and summoned a dharma treasure.
Hong Zhou opened a golden box and drank a drop of blood from the Heretic Heavenly Emperor.
He was expecting some kind of mutation to happen to him, of course, that would have occurred if he were outside the invincible astral domain. Mutations took place in his blood, but he did not feel a thing.
"Is the blood fake? Well, this is better than nothing."
Hong Zhou tilted his head to observe his surroundings. The temple was sparse, with unwanted green grass overtaking the area and cobwebs clinging to the structure. "Clean and refurbish," he commanded.
As he spoke, the grass transformed into immortal grass, increasing the spiritual density to three times that of the upper worlds.
In front of the temple hung a sign board reading "Domain of the Astral Archive." Inside, there were large rooms spacious enough to accommodate a small sect like the Luo celestial sects. The temple now stood tall and imposing.
"Master, what's happening?" one of his disciples asked. "I'm creating our sect—"
Before he could finish, 13 immortal cultivators from the Ghost Sect arrived, accompanied by a single cultivator from the Fiend Sect, who had reached the first stage of Void Tribulation. The thirteen from the ghost Sect were all at the Golden Core stage.
"Wow, these are really immortal treasures! Did these lowly scoundrels steal them?" the bulky Fiend Sect cultivator said, his height nearly 190 cm and his True Qi was truly intimidating.
Inside the domain, however, Hong Zhou felt no threat at all; his opponents were as incapable as ordinary humans, flailing like chickens in the air.
The Fiend Sect cultivated demonic energy and were known as demonic humans, posing a considerable threat. In contrast, the Ghost Sect cultivated Yin energy and could summon spirits to attack their foes.
"Fellow cultivators, can you please inform me what you're doing in my sect?" Hong Zhou asked, his voice calm and a gentle smile on his face, though his eyes betrayed his annoyance. "Please leave if you have no business here."
"A sect? I've never heard of a sect in such a place," a female Ghost Sect cultivator said, descending onto Hong Zhou's domain with a confident flourish.
"Are you the sect master?" she inquired, her voice as sweet as honey but laced with malice.
"Three mortals and one bone-tempering cultivator—what a pathetic sect," the Fiend Sect cultivator sneered.
Hong Zhou's disciples didn't flinch. They believed in him completely; there was no other cultivator capable of summoning treasures and modifying them with mere words. To them, Hong Zhou was an immortal.
"Are you prepared to die?" Hong Zhou asked, his voice filled with anger.
"You? A mortal? What can you possibly do? Hand over the treasures, and we'll save you from that man," the young, beautiful Ghost Sect cultivator taunted.
"Since you wish to die, don't blame me," Hong Zhou replied. With a majestic stride, he approached her and swung his fist, delivering a powerful uppercut.
The moment his fist connected with her, she and everything about her ceased to exist. Her comrades, who hadn't moved in time, were likewise caught and were erased from existence all the same.
[You have killed a ghost sect cultivator at the golden core realm; you are awarded 2000 points.]
[You have killed a ghost sect cultivator at the golden core realm; you are awarded 2000 points.]
[You have killed a ghost sect cultivator at the golden core realm; you are awarded 2000 points.]
...…
"This is the invincible power of the astral domain. Not even their flesh remains," Hong Zhou's eyes widened with excitement. "Awesome!" he exclaimed.
The cultivator from the fiend sect was filled with fear, his eyes wide with terror. "He came down to the temple and pleaded, 'Please spare me, fellow cultivator. Have mercy.'"
"Get out of my sight and never return," Hong Zhou replied sternly.
"Thank you!" The cultivator smiled and quickly flew away at the speed of light.
"Master, why did you let him go? He might come back with allies to fight you," Yang Sen asked
"I hope he does. What will I do if he doesn't come back?" Hong Zhou answered with a smirk.