Qingwang Sect's mountain gate.
The once ethereal, immortal atmosphere had long since vanished.
The fierce fighting among the disciples of the various immortal sects had left bloodstains everywhere within the mountain gate.
A tally would show that more than half of Qingwang Sect's disciples had been killed or injured, and every survivor had been wounded.
There was no helping it. Compared with their opponents, they were hopelessly outmatched in both numbers and strength.
At best, they could hold their ground for a little while by fighting as if their lives depended on it.
Fortunately, the commotion Lu Bai caused when he appeared was so great that the fighting throughout the mountain gate came to a halt.
After all, the disciples of the various immortal sects knew perfectly well that low-level cultivators like them were only there to make a little noise and, while they were at it, profit from the destruction of the mountain and temple.
The ones who would truly decide how things unfolded were the mighty figures above their heads.
It wasn't just the disciples within the mountain gate who watched in silence. Yuxu Zi and several Qingwang Sect elders also gazed at the sky, waiting to see what would happen.
Long after Lu Bai had finished speaking, no one said a word.
But that didn't mean the higher-ups of the immortal sects had no objections.
Above Qingwang Sect's mountain gate, clouds from all directions slowly converged, silhouettes appearing within them, each exuding an extraordinary presence.
If a well-informed disciple of an immortal sect had been there to recognize them, they would have been left utterly stunned.
These mighty figures had all come from astonishing backgrounds. They were either Sect Masters of great sects or elders of renowned holy lands.
Some were even venerable seniors rumored to