Meanwhile.
When the members of the Gravekeeper Clan saw that the black-robed old man actually dared to act insolently toward Li Zhōujūn,
they were dumbfounded in an instant.
"Outrageous! How dare you show disrespect to Immortal Lord Li!" Mo Wénfán shouted angrily at the black-robed old man.
"A mere lower realm could give birth to an Immortal Lord in the Profound Immortal Realm?" The black-robed old man laughed.
Who was he trying to fool?
After all, would an Immortal Lord powerhouse from the Immortal Realm come to this godforsaken lower realm?
Besides, no matter whether the people of the lower realm possessed divine positions or not, this world's Heavenly Dao was only as powerful as a First-Rank Immortal Lord.
Therefore, once cultivators reached the Ninth-Rank Heavenly Immortal realm, they would be forcibly teleported to the Immortal Realm.
As soon as the black-robed old man finished speaking, all the True Immortals of the Gravekeeper Clan looked at him with sympathy.
As the saying went, if you didn't court death, you wouldn't die.
"How dare you lower-realm ants look at me with such eyes?" The black-robed old man was enraged by the gazes of the Gravekeeper Clan's several True Immortals.
At once, a terrifying aura began to brew within him. In the blink of an eye, the small world where the Gravekeeper Clan resided lost all color.
"He's a Ninth-Rank True Immortal?!" After sensing the aura emanating from the black-robed old man, the True Immortal powerhouses of the Gravekeeper Clan all sucked in a cold breath.
"I am Black Cloud Daoist of the Immortal Realm." Seeing the astonished True Immortals of the Gravekeeper Clan, the black-robed old man revealed a mocking smile.
Many years ago, he had obtained a top-tier cultivation technique in the Immortal Realm, and had consequently been hunted down