The Ancestral Dragon's Feigned Death

Fangzhang Immortal Island was wreathed in clouds and mist, with immortal cranes dancing gracefully through the air.

The three hundred or so people were invited ashore by that Rogue Cultivator with a gust of wind, each of them looking this way and that, their faces full of novelty.

"So this is an immortal blessed land? Even the air tastes sweet!"

"Look over there! Immortal cranes! Living ones!"

"That one in the blue robe with the gourd on his back—isn't that Tieguai Li?!"

The transmigrators excitedly huddled together and whispered among themselves, while Xu Fu forced himself to stay calm, his heart beating like a drum.

Before long, several streams of Immortal Light descended, transforming into eight immortals of different appearances, each with extraordinary bearing.

They were none other than the legendary Eight Immortals.

At their head, Tieguai Li leaned on his iron crutch, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, especially pausing for a moment on those transmigrators as his brows creased slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Qingchen, are these the people?"

Qingchen, the Rogue Cultivator who had guided them here, stepped forward and explained the situation in a low voice.

"An elixir of immortality?"

He Xiangu gave a light laugh, her voice clear and crisp.

"The lifespans of mortal emperors are set by Heaven. To forcefully seek immortality is already to defy Heaven, let alone..."

Her beautiful eyes shifted as she glanced at several transmigrators in the crowd whose gazes were flickering.

"Why did you also bring along a group of attendants of unknown origin?"

Xu Fu's heart gave a thud, and he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"Esteemed Immortals, please allow me to report. His Majesty possesses heroic talent and grand strategy, unified the Six Directions, his achievements surpass the Three Sovereigns, his virtue exceeds the Five Emperors—he is truly the