Chapter 36: The Might of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator

It was precisely because of this seal that the Foundation Establishment True Person had taken the Dharma name "Bear Mountain." 

This was his long-refined, renowned magical tool! 

The Green Mountain Seal flew out from the Foundation Establishment True Person's hand, spinning in mid-air before rapidly growing to an enormous size. 

What had once been a miniature mountain that could be held in the palm of his hand had now transformed into a massive boulder several meters in size! 

Such a massive boulder, even if casually dropped, would unleash unimaginable destructive power. 

Now, wielded by a Foundation Establishment True Person and infused with Foundation Establishment-level spiritual energy, its power was beyond comprehension. 

Before the Green Mountain Seal even landed, He Song saw a group of black-clad cultivators frantically fleeing from the outskirts of the Immortal Market, desperately running toward the outside. 

These fleeing cultivators were the evil cultivators who had previously clashed with the law enforcement team. 

Perhaps due to inaccurate information or sheer greed, these evil cultivators had dared to remain in the Immortal Market after wreaking havoc for so many days. 

However, He Song frowned slightly when he noticed their numbers. 

There were too few black-clad cultivators—only a dozen or so. 

A dozen people shouldn't have posed such a significant threat to the Immortal Market's law enforcement team. 

Though puzzled, He Song's expression remained unchanged. His eyes didn't even blink as he stared intently at the Green Mountain Seal in mid-air. 

This was his first time witnessing a Foundation Establishment True Person in action. 

Previously, having never left the Immortal Market, he hadn't even seen a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator unleash their full power. 

Now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to broaden his horizons. 

Under the gaze of countless cultivators in the Immortal Market, the Green Mountain Seal, which had been floating in mid-air, finally moved. 

Contrary to He Song's expectations of it being slow and cumbersome, the enormous Green Mountain Seal moved as fast as lightning. 

Propelled by the Foundation Establishment True Person's spiritual energy, it shot toward the group of black-clad cultivators like a meteor. 

The black-clad cultivators, however, were quick-witted. Seeing the Green Mountain Seal hurtling toward them, they scattered in all directions like frightened birds. 

He Song noticed that they fled in different directions—everywhere except back into the Immortal Market. 

It seemed these cultivators were all skilled at escaping, knowing full well to split up to avoid being wiped out. 

**Boom!** 

With a deafening roar, the massive boulder formed by the Green Mountain Seal slammed into the ground, creating a huge crater. 

The boulder continued forward due to its momentum, plowing a deep trench into the earth. 

However, despite the seemingly devastating impact, the attack appeared to have missed its mark entirely. 

The powerful strike that had carved a deep trench into the ground hadn't even grazed a single rogue cultivator. 

For a moment, the cultivators watching this scene were stunned. 

Even He Song couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief as he looked at the Foundation Establishment True Person. 

A Foundation Establishment True Person? 

This was it? 

He couldn't even hit his target with his magical tool? 

Where was his spiritual sense? 

But just as He Song was thinking this, a faint glimmer caught the corner of his eye, and he realized something was amiss. 

A nearly invisible golden thread had silently connected all the fleeing black-clad cultivators. 

If He Song hadn't noticed the subtle difference between the golden thread and its surroundings, he might have completely overlooked it. 

Shifting his gaze away from the Foundation Establishment True Person, He Song quickly confirmed that he hadn't been mistaken. 

At that moment, the Foundation Establishment True Person let out a cold snort and flicked his finger. 

The golden thread vanished into his hand. 

Immediately, the black-clad cultivators who had been fleeing in all directions were decapitated, their bodies collapsing to the ground like bloodied gourds. 

They didn't even have time to scream before they were dead. 

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen cultivators had been killed, their bodies torn apart. 

These black-clad cultivators included both late-stage and mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators. 

To He Song and the cultivators living on the outskirts of the Immortal Market, these individuals were powerful and formidable. 

In a direct confrontation, there would have been no chance of resistance—only prayers that they wouldn't be targeted. 

But when faced with a Foundation Establishment True Person, these once-dreaded cultivators were crushed like ants, effortlessly annihilated by the True Person's casual attack. 

With a single move, the Foundation Establishment True Person had turned them into a pile of lifeless corpses. 

For a moment, the entire Immortal Market fell into complete silence. 

Everyone was awestruck by the Foundation Establishment True Person's display of power. 

Casually wiping out over a dozen evil cultivators, the True Person's Foundation Establishment-level strength was undeniable. 

As He Song's gaze swept over the bloodied remains outside the Immortal Market, he felt a chill run down his spine. 

This... was the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator? 

Such majesty! 

Such grandeur! 

Such overwhelming strength! 

However, after annihilating the evil cultivators, the Foundation Establishment True Person turned his gaze into the distance and let out a cold snort. 

"You escaped quickly this time!" After saying this, he looked back at the Immortal Market, his expression slightly displeased. 

"What are you all standing around for? Start rebuilding the Immortal Market immediately!" With a wave of his hand, over a dozen storage bags flew up from the ground and into his possession. 

At the same time, a streak of earthy yellow light shot toward the center of the Immortal Market, landing in the most exquisite courtyard. 

It wasn't until a full quarter-hour after the Foundation Establishment True Person had disappeared that the Immortal Market slowly came back to life. 

After days of devastation by the evil cultivators, the outskirts of the Immortal Market had been almost completely destroyed. 

Most of the rental houses on the outskirts were in ruins, with only a few uninhabited rooms remaining intact. 

However, with the Foundation Establishment True Person's return, the safety of the Immortal Market had skyrocketed. 

The law enforcement team, which had previously been under immense pressure, now seemed much more relaxed. 

Even He Song dared to venture outside with Wei Fan to take a look around. 

The outside world was safe. 

As He Song and Wei Fan stepped out, a look of relief and joy flashed in their eyes—a shared sense of having survived a disaster. 

However, when their gazes fell on the ruined houses on the outskirts of the Immortal Market, a wave of sadness washed over them. 

"Sigh, I wonder how many of my friends survived this calamity," Wei Fan murmured as he walked side by side with He Song, his eyes scanning the devastated surroundings. 

Although he hadn't warned his friends to leave the Immortal Market for safety, although he hadn't chosen to protect them, and although he hadn't done anything for them, he still sighed regretfully. 

Ordinary friends weren't like He Song and Meng Guan—close companions whose deaths would hurt and whose survival would bring benefits. 

In the ruthless world of cultivation, only the living had value. 

At the same time, indifference to the lives of others had become a basic tenet for cultivators. 

(End of Chapter)