The Battle for the Immortal City (Part One)

I had to find a way to break free!

A thousand thoughts flashed through Wang Chen's mind, every one of them focused on escaping his current predicament.

Whether in his Previous Life or this one, Wang Chen had never been the sort to blame heaven and earth whenever he encountered trouble.

Nor would he act rashly on impulse!

Imprisoned aboard this Flying Ship, Wang Chen had no possibility of escaping.

But once the Mountain Moving Sect formally launched its attack on Yongle Immortal City, he could no longer remain here.

The battlefield was Wang Chen's only chance to get free!

The problem was the ebony Daoist hairpin stuck in his head. It was far too sinister, and he had no desire to test just how powerful the Mountain Moving Sect's restraints were.

Without resolving this fundamental problem, everything else was empty talk.

The black radiance that had appeared in his Sea of Consciousness filled Wang Chen with immense apprehension.

Unless...

With a thought, the Primordial Dao Stele that had remained immovably entrenched in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly trembled.

But in the next instant, Wang Chen suppressed the Primordial Dao Stele's disturbance without hesitation.

This was not the right time!

He calmed himself, casting all his distracting thoughts from his mind. Silently circulating his qi and regulating his breath, he purified his Divine Soul.

As time passed, more and more cultivators were brought into the room.

They had no choice but to crowd together, and the atmosphere, once merely oppressive, gradually became tense and restless.

If everyone's strength had not been suppressed, and their Seas of Consciousness restrained as well, some hot-tempered people would likely have erupted long ago.

Fortunately, once the room had reached its limit, the Mountain Moving Sect cultivators stopped bringing anyone else over.

Even so, Wang