Although many Heavenly Immortals had descended to the Lower Realm, both sides kept each other in check, so they could only compete in secret. This was good news for Ling Tian. He used this time to cultivate diligently, and his cultivation was steadily approaching a breakthrough.
In a great hall of the Immortal Spirit Palace in the Sacred Star Domain of the Human Race, hundreds of cultivators had gathered. Yet not one of them dared make a sound. They all watched the person at the center of the hall with awe.
He was a young cultivator, tall and imposing, with sword-like brows swept into his temples and a spirited, extraordinary air about him. But now, the anger on his face shattered that easygoing bearing. His formidable aura poured out, flames spreading with the force of a sky-consuming inferno, leaving everyone trembling with fear.
"Hmph! After all this time, you haven't even found one person. You're a pack of good-for-nothings!" The young man snorted, showing no mercy at all.
But not one of the hundreds below dared to talk back. They all lowered their heads, sweat beading on their foreheads as they trembled before him.
When no one answered, the young man grew even angrier. But he seemed to know that anger was useless, and forced himself to rein it in. Looking at a middle-aged man, he said, "Zhuge Qingtian, you're in charge of this realm. Tell me, have you found any clues?"
The man called Zhuge Qingtian showed no change in expression, giving no hint of his feelings. He said calmly, "Immortal Envoy, the Cultivation World is vast. Finding one person is no easy task, especially with the Demon Spirit Palace of the Devil Race causing trouble as well."
At this, the Immortal Envoy's eyes narrowed, a glint flashing in