Thirty-Six Thousand Immortals of Luotian

Yantian Palace

After that seal was broken, Ning Jun broke out in a cold sweat in barely a dozen seconds (P.S.: although someone of his level would not actually have physiological reactions like cold sweats, and his bodily structure had been completely altered, I still had to write it this way for dramatic effect).

Ning Jun knew that the seal on him did not merely restrict his movements and track his location; it was also on record, and even if it was broken, its caster would be notified.

Sure enough, thirty seconds after the seal was lifted, an overwhelmingly powerful will swept over from seven hundred light-years away and came to a halt before you.

That will paused slightly.

Then the void shattered. Spiderweb-like cracks exploded behind an old man, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived before you.

Immortal Might as deep as an abyss descended upon you, power enough to crush an entire great world.

"You broke Yantian Palace's divine lock, yet lingered here instead of fleeing at once. Do you take Yantian Palace for blind and senseless fools!?"

"Kneel before this old man!"

Bang!

The old man's knees suddenly smashed into the ground.

Ning Jun: "...Did you kneel to the wrong person?"

He recognized this old man. He was a Seventh Realm Immortal God known as Elder Qing, specifically tasked with governing the fates of people like him, those who had been left with seals.

Elder Qing: "..."

His eyes flew wide with rage, his beard and hair rising into the air. His roar carried the force to shake the galaxy as the Dao Source within him was consumed in enormous quantities, erupting with Dao Power as high as 43!

Had there been no suppression and this force been allowed to erupt freely, it could