Walk Behind Cultivator Novels & Stories

Tracy said coldly, "We're cultivators." "I'm so sorry. Go ahead." Jack backed away and made a polite gesture to let them pass. Wilbur drove near the valley as Tracy explained, "Wearson Valley is a forbidden area, but the law allows cultivators to enter. The authorities of Rostead want the Wearson Valley problem to be solved as soon as possible, after all." They parked their SUV under a tree outside the valley as they could not continue to drive further. Therefore, they got out of the car and walked. They walked much faster than ordinary people because they were cultivators. Soon, they were at the entrance of Wearson Valley.

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

Different from the style of cutting the whole boulder in the courier store, there were small bridges and flowing water in the space dug out of the rock, as well as antique buildings. Dozens of cultivators were scattered on the grass in front of the building. These cultivators were either standing or meditating. Each of them had an impressive aura. One of the cultivators had burning hair. His eyes were like burning fireballs. Wherever he passed, there would be burn footprints, and the flames lasted long.