Li Fan chose this Advanced Team, with a rent of the lowest eight thousand contributions per year.
Although it was smaller in scale, the scenery was quite to Li Fan's liking.
It wasn't the picturesque scenes of the immortal realms but was built on a giant left hand made of white bones.
The surroundings were filled with a dark and silent void, and the giant bone hand floated in the endless emptiness.
According to the Purple Mist Immortal Venerable, the conceptual inspiration for this scene came from the "Immortal" who gave birth to the entire Fallen Immortal Realm with just a thought.
After negotiating with Purple Mist Immortal Venerable and agreeing to lease it for thirty years with the rent paid every ten years, a Commercial Contract was signed, and the transaction was completed.
Li Fan transferred sixty-four thousand contributions.
At the same time, Li Fan also received a storage ring.
Inside the ring were three items: a small white bone left hand, ten white bone fingers, and a jade slip.
Li Fan picked up the jade slip, read it for a moment, and instantly understood its usage.
The small white bone left hand served as the control center of the Advanced Team.
By activating the ritual with it, one could wield the highest authority over the Advanced Team.
The ten white bone fingers acted as the so-called mediums.
In the Tianxuan Mirror, Li Fan arranged a ritual, placing four items representing daily life in the four corners and suspending the white bone left hand in the center.
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Celestial Venerable!"
Li Fan silently recited.
Due to the recent acquisition of the "Purple Sky Soul Search Technique" from the Fallen Immortal Realm, he was still under restrictions and couldn't enter the Fallen Immortal Realm again. However, entering the Advanced Team posed no problems.
The four items, along with the white bone left hand, emitted a faint light.
A slight dizziness came over him, and in an instant, Li Fan felt the surroundings change.
An ancient and desolate aura pervaded.
Five enormous white bone fingers slanted towards the sky.
Li Fan stood at the bottom of the bone, appearing like an ant compared to this enormous hand bone.
"If I hadn't been mentally prepared, I'm afraid I would have been shocked at the first sight of this scene."
"Very well, deceiving those kids should be sufficient."
Li Fan nodded in satisfaction.
With a thought, he instantly appeared on the bone's thumb.
The array for entering the Fallen Immortal Realm was set up here.
Su Xiaomei and the others didn't need it for now and shouldn't discover it.
With a wave of his hand, Li Fan concealed the array.
Afterward, Li Fan thoroughly inspected the area, ensuring that there were no traces that could leak information.
Only then did he exit this space.
"The stage is set; it's time for the actors to take the stage."
"Although they are all young, cultivation must start from childhood."
"I've spent so many contributions; I should recover the costs soon," Li Fan thought to himself.
After making preparations, Li Fan immediately left Wanxian Island and headed straight for the departure boundary.
The current Departure Capital was shrouded in a faint sense of despair.
Several months had passed since the agreed-upon date for the Immortal Master to receive the supplies.
The supplies had long been collected, but the Immortal Master was still nowhere to be seen.
The central volcano in Departure seemed to have become more active recently.
Thick black smoke rose straight into the sky, clearly visible even from the thousands of miles away in the capital.
The court officials had gloomy expressions all day long, and the Emperor of Departure was lost in thought, neglecting meals and tea.
Rumors began to spread in the capital, suggesting that the Immortal Master had abandoned Departure.
The destruction of Departure was imminent.
Although the Emperor used ruthless measures to kill anyone spreading rumors, it only slowed down the spread of rumors, unable to stop the pervading sense of despair.
In this gloomy atmosphere, a strange event occurred one day in Departure.
In the dark night, a meteor lit up the sky and then flew towards the imperial palace.
It struck the palace square where the morning court was usually held, creating a deep crater and turning the palace into ruins.
Fortunately, the incident occurred late at night, and besides a few guards suffering minor injuries, there were no other casualties.
Afterward, the Emperor personally supervised the excavation and found that the meteor that night had miraculously remained intact.
However, what left the officials of Departure in discussion and confusion was that this so-called meteor turned out to be a white bone left hand.
It was crystal-clear, resembling jade and possessed a mysterious aura.
Although the Emperor knew that this bone hand was undoubtedly a treasure, after studying it for a long time, he couldn't figure out its purpose.
In the end, he could only leave it be, instructing people to place it in the deepest part of the treasury, under strict supervision.
Just as the commotion about the bone hand gradually subsided one night.
In the Ye Mansion in the capital.
"Senior, spare my life!"
Ye Feipeng suddenly woke up from a nightmare, his forehead covered in sweat.
The nine-year-old face was full of fear, with his chest heaving and breathing heavily.
Once the emotions subsided, he began to sense that something was amiss.
Looking at his small body and the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, Ye Feipeng's eyes were filled with confusion.
"Master, what's wrong?" The maid in the adjoining room heard the commotion, hastily threw on a coat, and rushed in.
"It's nothing, you can go!" Ye Feipeng dismissed her, pinching his temples and feeling a chaotic mess in his mind.
"A dream? Rebirth?"
Just now, Ye Feipeng had a long and vivid dream.
In the dream, he was brought out of Departure by the Immortal Master ten years later and settled on Luli Island.
After five years of cultivation, he finally purged the toxic air from his body and successfully cultivated the essence, becoming a true cultivator.
Unfortunately, the life of a cultivator wasn't as beautiful as he had imagined.
It was far less carefree than his days as a playboy in Departure.
Running around like an ox or horse all day, it took him a year to finally accumulate enough contributions to buy a cultivation method.
When he was proud of breaking through to the Foundation Building stage in just three short years, a shocking event occurred in Congyunhai, completely altering his perspective.
"Crimson Flames Incinerate the Sea, Vast Waves Unite the Dao."
Ye Feipeng clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails piercing into his flesh, but he didn't care.
He carefully recalled the post-event analysis of this historical poem by cultivators, afraid of revealing any details.
"Sixteen years of cultivation, the Golden Core beheads the Dao."
"Achieve the title of the youngest Dao Sovereign in history."
Jealousy and ambition filled Ye Feipeng's eyes.
"With Congyunhai as support, seize the crucial points of the battle between the five Nascent Soul Immortal Monarchs and the Crimson Flame."
"If Zhang Haobo can do it, why can't I?"
"As long as I go to the cultivation world ten years earlier, relying on countless memories of opportunities, being forewarned and forearmed."
"I might as well replace him and become the Dao Sovereign who dominates the entire province!"
"Instead of cultivating for decades, only to be swatted like an ant by a passing Yuanying cultivator."
"This shouldn't be my fate, Ye Feipeng's fate!"
Ye Feipeng's eyes were bloodshot, with countless thoughts intertwining in his mind.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, unable to endure any longer. His vision darkened, and he fainted.
Beside him, Li Fan's figure slowly appeared in the night.
(End of this chapter)