The sudden voice shattered the tense, swords-drawn atmosphere over the Sacred Land like accumulated ice.
Feng Boping, the Sword Master, and the others jolted, abruptly turning to look at Li Hao.
When they saw him, they froze. It felt as though that single glance spanned light-years, as though his appearance were an illusion. All sound seemed to vanish, leaving their minds ringing.
The three true immortals on the other side shuddered as well, fixing their gazes on Li Hao.
Once they saw his face clearly, they were all momentarily stunned. It was the very face of the man whose body they had been fighting over.
Yet the aura he now exuded belonged to the true immortal realm. Although he was only at its first level, he had already crossed that threshold.
They also noticed the old man beside Li Hao. He looked as plain as an old farmer, but to their alarm, they could not sense his cultivation at all. Worse, they vaguely felt a terrifying warning of danger.
"You're not dead?"
The young man in silver armor and iridescent robes looked unsettled. They had explored this realm as soon as they arrived to recruit disciples, secretly capturing several Dao Inquiry Realm cultivators and even a half-saint from one of the Sacred Lands to search their souls and steal their memories. They were already quite familiar with this realm.
Thus, they also knew that the owner of this body had lost his primordial spirit in this realm's Forbidden Zone. He could not have been more thoroughly dead.
They had investigated that Forbidden Zone as well, but before they could approach, they sensed the immortal Dao laws within it and the warning of danger they brought, so they stopped.
If even true immortals like them felt threatened, what chance did someone