Native Sect

"Who?!"

The sudden voice instantly tightened the hearts of every cultivator inside the room, their faces showing a trace of shock, fury, and fear.

Because in the moment before the other party spoke, none of them had sensed anything at all. Didn't that mean that if the other party wanted to make a move without a sound, it would take no more than an instant?

Faced with an unknown existence that could kill them at any moment, no one would harbor any goodwill!

In an instant, Ancient and Modern Bright Moon, Misty Sea of Delusion, Shadow World... all manner of phenomena reflected one another within a radius of less than a hundred meters, completely sealing off the area.

These were the Dao Domains of the Nascent Soul Cultivators. Though they had been greatly suppressed in this place, they still could not be prevented from unfolding. They were the most fundamental support upon which High Order Cultivators relied for survival!

When everyone stared tensely at this uninvited guest who had spoken, their expressions changed to varying degrees upon seeing his face. The faces of the several Nascent Soul True Lords at the forefront became incomparably grave.

He was an ordinary-looking, benevolent old man. His hair and beard were entirely white, and wrinkles covered his face. As though he did not sense the tense atmosphere around him, he smiled with some surprise and delight. "I never expected to encounter surviving fellow Daoists here as well. The upper ranks of Martial Dao Spirit Island are muddleheaded, cruel, and devoid of mercy, actually attacking us cultivators outright. At such a time of crisis, we should all cross the river in the same boat and overcome these difficult times together..."

"Since when did the Lord of the Celestial Being Path of Hell Ten Paths care