"Where is this?" Chu Zhaoyang originally thought he would surely die, but he did not expect that Lu Xiaotian did not kill him, instead choosing to imprison him. Chu Zhaoyang clearly remembered Lu Xiaotian taking him into that pagoda.
"Come out, get me out!" Chu Zhaoyang stayed in this state for a full few months before finally being unable to help roaring aloud.
Lu Xiaotian could clearly perceive the commotion on this side at the moment, yet he had no intention of paying any attention to Chu Zhaoyang. Right now, Lu Xiaotian had already been attracted by the spectacle before his eyes; unawares, the various immortal artifacts gathered on this floating island where Lu Xiaotian resided had already reached a count of hundreds of thousands.
Every immortal army soldier might harbor several pieces, and Lu Xiaotian had collected them all along the way. Tens of thousands of immortal artifacts were suspended in the void before his eyes, their chaotic auras intertwining together, almost forming a restricted zone upon this floating island where even casual celestial immortals entering would find it difficult to survive and emerge.
Some of those powerful immortal artifacts possessed extremely strong aggressiveness, and they had already begun to demarcate spheres of influence within this region. Many other immortal artifacts with similar auras converged into various different forces. Lu Xiaotian vaguely distinguished that the gathering of these immortal artifacts still seemed to take their original affiliated immortal army as the core.
What naturally caught Lu Xiaotian's attention was not these immortal artifacts dividing spheres of influence according to instinct.
Rather, the killing intent crisscrossing among them had already grown strong to a degree that even shocked Lu Xiaotian.
It seemed that the floating island before him had, by virtue of the existence of these hundreds of thousands of