Tens of thousands of immortal cultivators were gathered here, yet at this moment, not a single sound could be heard.
That battle just now had been far too soul-stirring. Forget the Foundation Establishment Realm and Core Condensation Realm cultivators—even the Nascent Soul Realm patriarchs had watched with their eyes wide and jaws slack.
The Thousand Shadows Sect and the Ji Clan had become mortal enemies, and the two sides had originally been locked in a struggle to the death. But Huitong and Lin Xuan's sudden appearance had changed everything.
After Lin Xuan put the old monk's Storage Bag away, a faint smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although he had allowed the other party's Nascent Soul to escape, at least this trip had not been for nothing.
The wealth of a Lihe Realm old monster was no small matter.
Lin Xuan weighed the treasures in his hand. Naturally, at a time like this, he had no chance to examine anything carefully, so he turned his head and looked to the left.
"Aunt, what should we do?" the Scar-faced Man asked, trembling with fear.
Ji Yueru's expression was likewise somewhat uneasy. Although judging from the situation, the other party seemed to be a friend rather than an enemy, among high-level cultivators, there were countless people with strange tempers. Whether he would suddenly turn hostile was still hard to say.
They could only watch how things changed!
If even the Ji Clan was like this, there was even less need to mention the Thousand Shadows Sect. Several Grand Elders looked at one another in dismay. Today's events had been far too absurd and bizarre, twisting and turning again and again, impossible to describe in words.
A Lihe Realm cultivator had actually been destroyed by a junior at the Nascent