Only those at the Immortal level dared remain around the sinkhole, and beside me were Song Wanyi, Jiang Han, Liu Xiaomiao, the Black-Furred Hou, and Big Bear. My master, Uncle-Master Nangong, Han Yao, Ru Xuening, Tao Fengjie, and Grandpa Baishun—six ghost immortals.
However, there were far too many Immortal-level figures, and none of them seemed to be at the Hunyuan Realm, because I had heard that only those above the Liangyi Realm could enter the Immortal Sect.
"They're all at the Liangyi Realm. See what they want and discuss everything with them properly. Under no circumstances provoke them." My master spoke to us.
I nodded. If we didn't do that, everyone might be dragged down by the other side. We couldn't handle this by force right now. In the face of strength, only the fist that hit hardest made the rules.
More than a dozen Immortal-level figures landed, leaving all of us stunned. There truly was every kind of character among them: short and stout, thin as bamboo poles, monks, Daoists, Confucian scholars, and old men. Yet they shared certain traits. Some wore indifferent expressions, looking at us like ants on the ground. Some stood there arrogantly, as if nothing in the world had anything to do with them. Others sneered sidelong, their faces filled with disdain.
The words "the Immortal Sect is heartless" had never been more perfectly proven than by these people.
"An underworld City God actually commands such power—six ghost immortals, and even a demon immortal remaining in the city. This world truly is marvelous. Who's in charge? Step forward." The middle-aged man at the head slightly parted his lips, his lightning-sharp eyes sweeping over my master and the other ghost immortals.
"I'm in charge. May I ask what brings all of you senior cultivators here? We