Saint Spirit Sky, Hell Gate
The Fourth Elder of the Hell Sect looked at the few alchemists in front of him and smiled at him.
"You have come from afar to our Hell Sect. Please come in."
The Fourth Elder could sense that these alchemists were at the Perfected Immortal realm.
They were not even as good as him, but he was still polite to them.
It was not because of anything else, but because the appeal of an alchemist was too terrifying.
As long as they wanted to, they could definitely gather a large number of cultivators to work for them.
It was said that the alchemists of Treasure Pill Heaven were all accompanied by a Dao Protector.
Hearing the Fourth Elder of the Hell Sect's words, the few alchemists did not stand on ceremony.
He walked straight to the Gate of Hell and glanced at it.
"Hellfire really wasted so many resources."
"What's with the God of Cookery Competition? Don't you know that immortal cultivators can abstain from eating?"
