After Dou Le descended the mountain, the Old Celestial Master raised his head to look at the sky.
An Immortal descending to the mortal world... could such a thing really happen?
From Na Du Tong's perspective, they naturally did not want Immortals to be able to return to the mortal world and interfere with worldly affairs. The human world was doing just fine as it was; there was no need for Immortals to come meddling again.
If ordinary Gifted could still fear guns and cannons no matter how much they cultivated, then Immortals were much harder to assess.
These were not the "Immortals" who gathered herbs in the mountains and, after a long time, became light-bodied and ageless. These were true Immortals who had ascended through feathered transformation. To compare their strength, one could only look to myths and legends.
If one was merely at the level of a heavenly soldier or divine general, then they could still be killed by gritting their teeth and paying a sufficient price.
But what if one possessed a Greater Divine Ability? An Immortal who could turn the earth into scorched land at will, unleash raging floods, or even shatter heaven and earth—did the mortal world truly possess weapons capable of restraining such an opponent?
Of course, it was not that Na Du Tong necessarily wanted to kill the Immortals. Without countermeasures, though, they could only let the Immortals take whatever they pleased.
—That was the danger Na Du Tong believed an Immortal's descent, if true, could bring from their own perspective.
But Zhang Zhiwei knew very clearly that if Immortals truly descended, the real danger would far exceed the limits of Na Du Tong's imagination.
The scene returned to Lihèn Island. While Diga continued renovating and arranging Lihèn Island, he was also investigating