Zhuo Shan thought he had killed everyone, but he hadn't.
He had taken every Immortal Lord in the Immortal Realm seriously, letting not a single drop of their blood escape.
But he had overlooked the one person he cared about least.
Jiang Ping An.
What Zhuo Shan had killed was only one of Jiang Ping An's clones.
The moment Jiang Ping An entered the Space Crack, he had split off an Avatar and given it ninety-nine percent of his immortal power.
Then he had altered the Avatar's memories and parted ways with it in his remaining, weakened body.
He hadn't chosen to scatter a host of Avatars in every direction. That would have left too many traces of his aura, drawing the enemy's attention and inviting a continued pursuit.
What happened next proved he had been right. The enemy focused only on the body brimming with power.
As for why Jiang Ping An had altered its memories, the reason was simple: he had seen Zhuo Shan search the souls of numerous experts and guessed that the man was looking for something.
Ordinarily, a lower-tier realm like the Immortal Realm couldn't possibly hold anything that would interest an expert of that caliber.
Unless the Immortal Realm possessed some resource—or some treasure.
But Zhuo Shan had burned the World Tree without a second thought. He hadn't cared about the resources within it, or even that wisp of power of creation.
So Zhuo Shan might have been searching for a treasure.
The greatest treasure in the entire Immortal Realm was the Pseudo Divine Artifact the Evil Demons had forged.
Yet even an artifact of that level couldn't possibly have mattered so much to him.
There had to be a treasure capable of stirring an expert like him.
One treasure of unknown grade immediately