Burial Spirit Immortal Sect.
Within the grand and ancient immortal hall, beautiful maidservants streamed in like flowing water, presenting all manner of fine wines, delicacies, and pastries.
Meanwhile, thirty-six immortal revenants sat within the hall!
Some were wreathed in surging divine flames, some shone with dazzling Immortal Light, and some had Sword Qi flowing around them. Every single one exuded an overwhelming aura.
Especially the nine seated at the very top—their presence was the most terrifying of all. Each was shrouded in divine radiance, every gesture brimming with supreme majesty.
Feng Jinghai and Hong Shantu were both among them.
"After ten thousand ages, I never imagined that a mere Grotto Universe Realm figure would be the reason we gathered here. It truly stirs one's emotions."
From the seat of honor, Feng Jinghai spoke with a sigh.
The others were also deeply moved.
Before their deaths, they had all been immortals who commanded the winds and clouds. Kings did not see kings.
Yet now, because they wished to deal with a common enemy, they had gathered together in an unprecedented manner. How could anyone not feel moved?
"Once we have hunted down and killed Su Yi, I shall drink heartily with you all."
Feng Jinghai spoke.
The immortals all smiled and nodded.
With so many immortals gathered here, they could have run rampant across the world even in the Primordial Era. They could have trampled even the strongest lineages of the human realm beneath their feet, much less a mere Su Yi.
"Come to think of it, dealing with just one junior has required all us old guys to mobilize. Even if we win, it can only be called an unfair victory."
Someone sighed softly.
"That is not how it should be said. It was that little fellow who proclaimed that