After stowing away the Flying Boat, Ye Lin and the others followed the two Ten Thousand Sword Sect disciples before them into the sect's territory.
"Judging by your appearances, fellow Daoists, you aren't from the Immortal God Realm, are you? From your auras, you seem to have come from some remote place."
"But you should be careful. These days, the Fifth Prince is conducting a large-scale hunt for cultivators from remote regions. If you are caught, you die."
"I hope you fellow Daoists will be cautious."
The two Ten Thousand Sword Sect disciples began chatting, one sentence after another.
At the mention of the Fifth Prince, a trace of icy killing intent flashed through Qin Unrivaled's eyes.
The White Lotus Sect, which should have been destroyed ten thousand years ago.
The Yin-Yang Sacred Sect.
Both of these sects were connected to his imperial younger brother, and he had never had a good relationship with that brother.
Could it be that the one who had pursued him this time and poisoned him was his dear younger brother?
At this moment, his heart was already overturning rivers and seas, fury steadily brewing within him.
The spectacle of princes fighting for power, dragon sons battling for the throne, had played out countless times in mortal dynasties.
But such a spectacle would never unfold in the cultivation world. Yet now, his heart wavered.
Could it be that, from beginning to end, his dear younger brother had wanted his life?
Temporarily suppressing this doubt in his heart, they arrived before a vast plaza before they knew it.
The plaza was filled with cultivators dressed in white, every one of them emanating a faint trace of Sword Qi.
As far as the eye could see, they were all True Immortals, with the occasional Primordial Unity Mystic