Wu Feng's mood was somewhat heavy.
Several days ago, he had sensed the cursed aura on his body dissipate. Overjoyed, he had immediately followed the sensation here. Half a day ago, he had encountered Chen Luo's Illusion Spirit Gu Clone within the Immortal Sect and learned from him everything that had happened to the Imperial Clan Zhang Family.
The River of Rebirth that had plagued the Wu Family had disappeared, and the mountain pressing down upon the heads of the Wu Family had vanished.
This outcome delighted Wu Feng immensely.
The only regret was that his son, Wu Ling, had not been saved. His branch of the family had thus been completely cut off. Thinking of the Immortal Realm's chaotic state of affairs in recent times, Wu Feng could not help but feel weighed down. He did not know how much longer he could hold on either; the situation had deteriorated far too quickly.
Ancient Gods, Witch Immortals, Ghost Immortals—things he had never come into contact with before had all crawled out of the past and begun taking revenge on Immortal Cultivators.
The slaughter had never ceased.
It was merely being kept outside by stronger ones. If the Immortal Cultivators outside collapsed, the people within would be wiped out in an instant. Even Chen Luo, hailed as the Soul Burying Immortal Venerable, could not possibly protect so many people.
His gaze swept across the area and happened to land on Wang Daosheng and the others slacking off below.
A group of low-level cultivators whose cultivation had not even reached Spirit Transformation.
At such a cultivation level, they would only qualify as cannon fodder in the Immortal Realm. The kind who could not even leave their names behind. Yet precisely because their cultivation was so low, they knew nothing of the