Crossing Immortal Gate.
The sky was clear, the earth bright, and sunlight spilled over the peak.
Looking at the sky that had returned to calm, Jiang Ning fell silently quiet.
The appearance of the one styled Ling Xuzi made his heart grow a few shades heavier.
In this world, there were so many immortal gates and grotto-heavens.
Even behind Crossing Immortal Gate, there was such an Immortal Sect grotto-heaven.
It was the Immortal Sect grotto-heaven occupied by the Flying Immortal Sect.
Ling Xuzi's appearance just now had further revealed the might of Immortal Path cultivators.
It was different from what he had understood before.
Though that Ling Xuzi had not become an immortal, he could still activate the Immortal Seedling within his body and erupt with an extremely powerful pressure.
If that Martial Saint had not suddenly made a move and executed him from ten thousand thousand li away, Jiang Ning would have swung his sword at Ling Xuzi to see the depth of the Immortal Sect grotto-heaven.
Now, with the Martial Saint making a move, the Flying Immortal Sect behind Crossing Immortal Gate had chosen to withdraw, leaving his original idea to fall through.
"But the main objective was still achieved!" he said inwardly.
Just then, that familiar painful itch in his lungs and viscera surged again.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to cough, his gaze sweeping over the Crossing Immortal Gate disciples on the square, whose faces were ashen as death.
At this moment, Shen Wenyuan had already directed his subordinates to begin checking the name registers.
Ye Zhengqi and Zhuge Qingsong each led men separately to take over the various halls and storehouses.
The scattered manpower at the foot of the mountain had also begun to move, splitting into several groups and climbing toward the summit.
Now,