Time slipped by; who knew how long had passed.
The Central Domain had fallen into panic. Of the nine great immortal clans, aside from the Long and Peng families, which had already been taken down...
The remaining seven clans—strictly speaking, it should be five... because fallen immortal clans like the Xiao Clan no longer counted as true decision-makers.
At most, they were remnants with lingering might, dead but not yet stiff.
Of course, no one would care about the title of an immortal clan either. With the Xiao Family standing there, no one would lightly provoke them.
After all, the Xiao Family still had an old Supreme of no small strength, and he had already reached his twilight years.
The terrifying thing about a twilight-years Supreme was that once the other party was determined to trade one life for one life, he could definitely drag another Supreme down with him.
This was the fate of a clan's old ancestor: before he was about to fall, he would burn the last of himself to pave the way for the entire clan and ensure its continuation.
If he could take an enemy away with him, that was undoubtedly the best outcome.
That way, those who also had grudges against that enemy would remember your kindness and help look after your clan.
At the very least, it was righteous...
Inside a great hall on a suspended mountain.
Several old men flashed into place, their faces carrying an especially grave undertone. Seeing that everyone had arrived,
the Yu Clan elder in charge of presiding over this immortal-clan court gathering slowly said, "Fellow Daoists, the last time we gathered here was when we divided up territories. I never expected that after barely more than eight hundred years, we would have no choice but to come