Li Poxiao wore an expressionless face. That fellow was increasingly taking on the bearing a Daoist priest ought to have. Quite a few immortals followed behind him, and they had just been preparing to head toward the Land of Limo Immortal. As for where they would gather, I wasn't interested, because I had already blocked their path ahead.
The sky here was utterly clear. Though the chaotic heavy aura was thick, under the Eye of the Dao Extreme, everything was laid bare. It wasn't just the immortals from the Land of Limo Immortal—there were also immortals from the other seven great factions. They were probably following along to the Land of Limo Immortal because Li Poxiao had taken the gourd, and everyone intended to go there and divide up the spoils.
Xia Ruize was probably feeling rather depressed too. Originally, he had been the one in charge, controlling everything from the center. Who could have known that Li Poxiao would arrive? Now even he had become a mere hanger-on.
I was also curious how Li Poxiao had turned the tables in such a short time. After all, once the Great Heaven Sword had been destroyed, all he had on him was the Heavenly Sword artifact spirit fused to him by the Twelve Fragmented Scrolls. Even if he had learned the thirteenth transformation, Myriad Transformations, he shouldn't have become all that powerful. Xia Ruize also possessed the new laws, so they should have been evenly matched. In fact, with Xia Ruize's Dao Tribulation body, he ought to have been even stronger.
Yet the result had been this unexpected!
"Day One, the Gourd Immortal City is the source of chaos among the Nine Immortal Lands. As long as it remains standing in the ruins of the Supreme Immortal Realm, it will keep