The Four Directions Alchemy Saint and several others had gathered on the floating island in the middle. Before the alchemy contest began, the people from the various heavenly courts would make contact with one another, partly to learn as much as possible about their opponents, and partly to continue using the Dragon-Slaying Platform to suppress the Dragon Abyss here.
There was cooperation amid competition. This was also the norm among the four great heavenly courts of the Immortal Realm. By now, the dragon race of the Immortal Realm was no longer a cause for concern and could no longer stir up any great waves.
Even in secret realms like the esoteric Buddhist sect's secret realm and the dragon race's secret realm that Lu Xiaotian had visited last time, some members of the dragon race still existed to varying degrees. Perhaps there were others in the barren, bitterly cold lands beyond the heavenly courts as well. Yet compared with the four heavenly courts, whose influence had already put down deep roots, they could hardly amount to anything. The moment they appeared, they would be snuffed out by the four great heavenly courts.
Judging from the situation before him, however, what the four heavenly courts feared most still seemed to be this Dragon Abyss. The vastness of the stone-statue battlefield before them could never have been built in merely three or five thousand years. Leaving aside the four heavenly armies stationed here, just these stone statues had no telling how much effort the heavenly courts had expended. The army guarding the Desolate Sea was composed entirely of the immortal armies of the four heavenly courts, naturally also because of this Dragon Abyss.
Looking at the deep Dragon Abyss beneath the Dragon-Slaying Platform, Lu Xiaotian inexplicably felt an endless sorrow, grief, ferocity, hatred,