A restricted zone in one corner of Qingzhou:
Where the Sovereign had entrenched itself, a group of immortals wore faces full of sorrow.
The new new Sovereign had run away.
It had swept up all the resources and fled.
They could not flee, because they were restricted-zone creatures from this corner.
If they rashly went elsewhere, they would be slain.
"There's no boss anymore. What do we do?"
The immortals stood at a loss.
At that moment, one immortal laughed. "Without a Sovereign, we're uncrowned Sovereigns."
"We can make others go die, then sit back and reap the rewards."
"If they win, the credit is ours."
"If they lose, the responsibility belongs to the unlucky bastards below."
Hearing this, the immortals immediately clapped and praised him. "Great idea, great line of thinking!"
A few days later, they heard that the Emissary of Heaven legions had been wiped out seven or eight parts out of ten, and immediately rejoiced. "Good thing we didn't go to the battlefield!"
"Even those terrifying Emissary of Heaven legions were wiped out by Forbidden Qing. If we'd gone, I'm afraid not even ashes would have been left of us."
"No wonder the new new Sovereign ran away. Forbidden Qing is even stronger than before."
One immortal suggested, "To celebrate our survival, we should lay out a grand feast and celebrate properly."
The others all clapped in approval. "Great idea!"
"We're the lucky ones!"
"We must lay out a grand feast and celebrate!"
Very soon:
A banquet appeared. Women, smeared with fragrant spices, rode twisted Evil Creatures as they sang and danced.
Just as they cheered, a pillar of teleportation light descended from the sky.
The light pillar dispersed.
A young man in white stepped out.
The youth held a handkerchief over his nose and looked at