Jiang Jingyi ultimately reached a cooperation with Lin Heng.
As the leader of the Immortal Alliance, he was supposed to command the overall situation, not handle everything personally.
Otherwise, wouldn't every leader be worked to death?
Even if the Female Emperor came, it would only take a single word, leaving her subordinates to do it, at most offering ideas from behind the scenes.
Therefore, the Western Wasteland side was temporarily handed over to He Qingcang.
As for the ancient clans, Jiang Jingyi would step forward, while Master and the others assisted, taking possession of every divine artifact they could receive.
They could not go to the Northern Continent right now, but within the Western Continent there were three ready-made ancient clans.
Farther down was the Southern Continent, where there were also two ancient clans, entrenched on two islands.
These were all roads they had to take.
Three days later, before the main hall of the Green Pavilion Sect, an altar had been built under Bai Yi's management.
The blazing sun hung overhead. Chen Changqin held the Blood Soul Banner and swung it with force. In an instant, Black Mist coiled all around, gradually transforming into human shapes.
All kinds of people appeared, ordinary people as well as immortal cultivators.
Their souls collided, wandered in confusion, a living picture of a hundred ghosts roaming by night.
The temperature plunged sharply, making the surrounding onlookers unable to stop themselves from shivering.
Just how many people had died?
Because of one invasion, so many people had been sacrificed for nothing.
(＞??＜) Ah-choo~~
Little Senior Sister sneezed, rubbed her nose, and said, "First Senior Sister, why does Lin Bao have to go to the Underworld when he's perfectly fine! Will it be very dangerous there? He won't even let us follow."
"Qingyun, Junior Brother