Jiang Changkong had merely used the unique connection between himself and his true body to borrow Flower-Fruit Mountain's power.
Only then could he gain another layer of protection and truly enjoy the conveniences offered by the Demon Race.
He was not familiar with Sun Wuxuan, that Immortal Emperor. Without some excuse, given the chance, Sun Wuxuan would certainly not spare him.
He casually found a divine star and began to rest.
Immortal light rose once more in the void, and the Immortal Spirit appeared.
Jiang Changkong opened his eyes. "What deal have you come to make this time?"
"Jiang Changkong, with such a fine opportunity this time, why did you not kill the Purple Star Heavenly King? Why did you kill people from the Immortal Court instead?"
The Immortal Spirit's voice was indifferent, without the slightest trace of anger.
"Whom I wish to kill, do I need to explain it to you?" Jiang Changkong said disdainfully.
The Immortal Spirit's voice remained calm. "I am merely curious."
"Get to the point," Jiang Changkong said flatly.
This Immortal Spirit seemed not to care about whether they lived or died.
The Immortal Spirit said flatly, "The aura of Heaven from the Holy Land."
Jiang Changkong's gaze sharpened. "Who told you?"
"Are the methods of an Immortal Spirit something you can understand?"
The Immortal Spirit spoke arrogantly, then continued, "As long as you hand over the aura of Heaven, once the Heavenly Realm is reconstructed, I will guide you to a good place."
"The Immortal Court?" Jiang Changkong sneered.
"Rogue cultivators." The Immortal Spirit said calmly, "The rogue cultivators have already united and are waiting for the Heavenly Realm's reconstruction. They will stand together against the four great powers."
"Rogue cultivators? How can a group of Immortal Kings and Divine Kings survive beneath the