Immortal Execution Peak's core region.
A fat Daoist and a gaunt old crone sat cross-legged, both emanating an air of decay and extreme age.
Their auras flowed together without obstruction. Clearly, they were Dao Companions who cultivated together.
Most striking of all, each of them was faintly shrouded in a layer of illusory light membrane. All manner of flowing radiance flickered across it before gradually dimming... as though a Small World had cracked open and was about to fall!
These two were, astonishingly, Fallen Immortals who had failed in their attempt to break into the Immortal Lord Realm!
"Old man, the Ye Family has offered such generous terms. They have even handed over this High Grade Immortal Artifact sword tablet... Killing that New Primal Dragon from the Purple Sun Heaven Domain will probably be exceedingly difficult!"
The gaunt old crone stared at the enormous sword tablet before her, its Sword Intent piercing the heavens, her voice hoarse as a broken gong.
The fat Daoist chuckled, staring at the majestic giant turtle bearing the sword tablet on its back as he spoke slowly.
"Since we have already sworn a Great Dao Oath, we have no choice but to give it everything we have! The Ye Family has truly spared no expense for the fortune on that brat Chen Xuan. They even reached a partnership with Dragon Island!"
"Tsk, tsk... If nearly a hundred mixed-blood dragons are sacrificed in blood at once... I wonder whether they can curse the New Primal Dragon to death?"
"Old woman, the Artifact Spirit of this sword tablet will not be so easily subdued! At its peak, it should have been a quasi-Supreme Immortal Artifact! Its master may have fallen before completing its refinement, causing its grade to decline..."
Then, the fat Daoist continued excitedly, "Never mind