At the same time, seeing Mo Liuer caring about Mo Aohan, Zhong Dong's heart turned to ashes.
He knew that everything was impossible now.
"Master, let's go." Zhong Dong spoke to Black Cloud Daoist, somewhat absentmindedly.
"Go?" A trace of cold laughter appeared on Black Cloud Daoist's face. "Why should we go? It won't be that easy."
As he spoke, Black Cloud Daoist looked toward Mo Wénfán, the patriarch of the Gravekeeper Clan. Greed rose in his eyes as he said, "I heard that Immortal Lord Mo Yu of the Immortal World met with an accident and fell into this realm. The tomb you guard is Immortal Lord Mo Yu's tomb?"
"So what if it is? Immortal Lord Mo Yu has already found peace. My Gravekeeper Clan will not let you disturb her." Mo Wénfán's voice was cold.
They now knew that Immortal Lord Mo Yu had died suppressing the demonic cultivators and had already been properly buried by Immortal Lord Li. Naturally, they no longer wanted anyone to disturb her.
Moreover, according to their ancestral injunctions, once someone entered the Immortal Lord's Tomb, it would never be opened again from that day onward.
"Heh heh, just because you say I won't disturb it, I won't? Do you ants really think you can stop me?" A savage smile spread across Black Cloud Daoist's face.
It was obvious that Black Cloud Daoist's main objective in coming to the Gravekeeper Clan was the Tomb of the Immortal Lord.
Helping his disciple was merely something he did along the way.
After all, with cultivation at his level, he would never rise early for no gain.
"Then step over our corpses!"
Mo Wénfán roared.
The True Immortals of the Gravekeeper Clan now stood in a row alongside Mo Wénfán, terrifying True Immortal might radiating