"I was wondering why all those True Immortals and Profound Immortals seemed so nervous today. So the Old Ancestor was going to appear."
When Yue Liuying had first arrived, she had noticed something was off about the others. Now, she finally understood why.
Before the Nether Moon Palace's Old Ancestor, forget True Immortals and Profound Immortals—even Golden Immortals had to rein themselves in.
Yue Liuying was somewhat excited. If the Old Ancestor gave her a few pointers, she would benefit immensely.
However, at her level, she did not seem worthy of catching the Old Ancestor's eye.
Yue Liuying reminded Jiang Ping An, "Our Nether Moon Palace's Old Ancestor will appear this time. Make sure you perform well. If the Old Ancestor takes a liking to you, you'll soar straight into the sky."
"What cultivation is the Old Ancestor at?" Jiang Ping An asked through voice transmission.
"Immortal Lord."
At those words, Jiang Ping An's body trembled.
An Immortal Lord expert who could even bring the dead back to life.
Jiang Ping An had dreamed of reaching this realm so that he could revive his parents.
He had never expected to be fortunate enough to meet an existence of this level.
Such an existence had lived for who knew how many ages.
Out of caution—or perhaps simply cowardice—Jiang Ping An did not dare let an expert of this level notice him.
He did not want to show off. He only wanted to follow along obediently and make it through the celebration.
Yue Liuying brought Jiang Ping An to the plaza in the Nether Moon Palace's Core Region. A vast number of Immortals stood upon the plaza, packed so densely that there was no end in sight.
Above the plaza floated a dark moon.
This moon was Nether Moon.
Upon it were