Grand Tutor Wen and Jiang Ziya both miscalculated.
They thought the appearance of the Immortal Slaughtering Grand Formation would cause the experts of the Chan Sect and the Interception Teaching to leave.
Then the two of them would deploy their forces and fight a pitched battle.
As a result,
unexpectedly many people came.
The Chan Sect did not have many disciples, but it had plenty of friends; the Interception Teaching had nothing else in abundance, but it simply had people.
Consequently,
Jiang Ziya and Grand Tutor Wen began a non-stop reception duty.
The immortals who came were basically there to observe the Immortal Slaughtering Grand Formation, as well as the great battle between the saints.
They hoped to comprehend something from the Dao rhythm emanating during the battle of the saints.
Of course, some people simply wanted to watch the spectacle.
And so,
the entire Western Camp and the city of Yin Shang were crowded with immortals, and the sky was filled with flying divine beast mounts.
It had practically become a large-scale Immortal Dao convention.
In the noisy main hall of the city lord's mansion, a solitary figure sat cross-legged with stiff spine at a desk in the corner.
His hands were thrust into the wide cuffs of his opposite sleeves, crossed over his chest, as he quietly watched the various immortals chatting with abandon before him.
He was none other than Su Qin, one of Wang Ming's avatars on the side of the Interception Teaching.
He watched quietly.
At this moment, he merely served as a camera, transmitting the scene here back to the main body.
The avatars acting as cameras were naturally more than just this one.
At this moment, Wang Ming, hiding in Ji Fa's belt, was collating and processing all the information.
This consciousness hiding