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Peach Mountain.

Yu Zhenzi knelt before the South Heaven Gate, trembling all over as he wept and complained, "That Zhang Yang is far too sinister. He used some unknown secret art and actually seized all four immortal artifacts. This disciple was useless and begs Ancestor to punish him. However, the price for Zhang Yang's secret art must have been enormous. Judging by his condition, he probably no longer has the strength to use it again. I humbly beg Ancestor to bestow more immortal artifacts. This time, I will surely slay that madman. If I fail, I am willing to offer my head to Ancestor in atonement!"

"..."

Outside the South Heaven Gate, a towering figure stood in silence, radiating a heat and brilliance like the blazing sun.

Yu Zhenzi raised his head.

His face was filled with both terror and absolute conviction.

The immortal shrouded in profound light outside pondered for a long while, seemingly hesitant.

Seeing this, Yu Zhenzi cried out mournfully, "Ancestor, Peach Mountain has invested enormously in the mortal realm. We absolutely cannot hand it over to someone else!"

In the end, those words moved the immortal Ancestor.

Yu Zhenzi was right.

Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, Peach Mountain had invested hundreds of thousands of Immortal Crystals in the Lesser Shu Mountain Realm.

If they gave up now, the Peach Mountain cultivators and True Immortals would either flee the Lesser Shu Mountain Realm or resist to the bitter end, only to be slain by that invincible figure within it.

Zhang Yang had seized four immortal artifacts.

For the moment, he still had no way to erase the imprints within them.

The immortal sensed that the immortal artifacts had merely been suppressed by a secret art, and that the man was currently attempting to erase