At this moment, the rebel cultivators who could come to this hidden space were naturally all beings of considerable strength.
In fact, the rebel faction consisted of more than just the rebel cultivators in this hidden space. There were at least a hundred Mahayana cultivators in the Ten Thousand Islands Sea Territory.
Those cultivators had merely been stopped in the Ten Thousand Islands Sea Territory and had not been permitted to enter this hidden space.
As for why everyone had been blocked, Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang only knew that it had been Jing Heng's decision. Even after Jing Heng received the message and learned that cultivators from the Three Realms had entered the hidden space, he had never issued any other order to change the arrangement.
Earlier, Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang had forcibly allowed more than thirty Mahayana cultivators to enter this space. That already counted as defying Jing Heng's order.
Now, asking him to gather the Mahayana cultivators of the Ten Thousand Islands Sea Territory and lead them into the space in force was something Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang did not have the nerve to do. He did not dare disrupt Jing Heng's arrangements.
"All of you have lived for more than a million years, yet you actually need to join forces against a mere green-haired brat. Have you been in seclusion so long that you have lost all your former bloodlust?" The crowd's uproar was interrupted by a very untimely voice. A sinister voice rang out through the valley.
The crowd was displeased. With gloomy expressions, they turned toward the voice.
However, when they saw the man's face, the anger in their hearts immediately subsided.
He was a cultivator surrounded by thick yin energy, with wisps of cold wind seemingly drifting around him. He was thin, pale-faced, and