The passage was open. My fate was mine to command, not Heaven's!

"Everyone, our Southern Wasteland Ancient Kingdom would also like to witness the Crimson Flame Half-Saint's legacy."

Wu Gu Priest gave the bone staff in his hand a little shake and spoke with a beaming smile.

With the Snow Robe Demonic Cult and the Southern Wasteland Witch Tribe arriving uninvited, the atmosphere at the scene plunged to freezing point.

"Not a chance!"

Cui Clan Old Ancestor ground his teeth in fury.

"Not a chance?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Sky-Eating Demon Venerable's blood-red eyes. "Old Ghost Cui, don't tell me you think a few of you worthless shrimp could stop me and Wu Gu Priest?"

Wu Gu Priest, too, leisurely stroked the skull atop his bone staff and drawled, "Fellow Daoist Cui, the Crimson Flame Half-Saint's Hidden Treasure belongs to no one. It goes to whoever is fated to claim it. We've traveled thousands of miles to come here; surely it wouldn't be right for us to leave empty-handed?"

As his voice fell, the aura of a Mid-stage Divine Mansion expert surged into the sky. The void shuddered beneath its force, ripples spreading in layer upon layer.

"You!"

Cui Clan Old Ancestor shook with rage.

He looked toward Li Xinge.

Among the five Divine Mansion Great Experts of the Immortal Dao present,

only he and Li Xinge were at the Mid-stage Divine Mansion.

And Li Xinge's battle prowess defied the heavens. If he was willing to act, he might well be able to drive away the Snow Robe Demonic Cult and the Southern Wasteland Witch Tribe.

"Li... No, Marquis of Chu, we absolutely cannot compromise on this. The Half-Saint's Hidden Treasure is an opportunity within the territory of our Immortal Dao. It can only belong to the Immortal Dao. If we let these heretical scum enter, what face will our Immortal