Seeing all the Nine-Yang Realm cultivators arrive, Zu Xinghai, who still considered himself the strongest cultivator in the Nine-Yang Realm, furrowed his brows and asked Di Yanyong with a stern face, "You said you were bringing..."
Di Yanyong's expression was as still as an ancient well, but before he could speak, an old man's voice came through the air: "A guest who has come from afar is welcome. Since all of you fellow Daoists have arrived, why not enter my South Pole Immortal Island for a chat? Whatever the matter is, we can discuss it face-to-face."
Bubbles suddenly surfaced around us. It seemed something had shaken the depths, making the entire sea region tremble. Whatever it was, it was terrifyingly huge. My expression sank like a frozen pool. I had no idea what the South Pole Immortal Sect was plotting. They had actually taken the initiative to invite so many of us from the Nine-Yang Realm inside. We had come to wipe out their sect, yet the host had invited us in just like that. It was bizarre to the extreme!
But we had no choice but to go. Everyone seemed eager to give it a try. Even if I found it suspicious, did they not?
"Fellow Daoist, show yourself and speak!" Zu Xinghai's gaze turned solemn. With a sweep of his great hand, the seawater was blown away as if by a gale, and the rising and falling tide vanished in a semicircle. Then, a black vortex suddenly surged up from the seafloor, followed by something emerging from within.
All the Nine-Yang Realm cultivators were astonished and instinctively took a step back. An old man dressed in white fur clothing floated up from the sea.
The old man looked at least a hundred years old. An astonishing aura from