The Celestial Lords of the Northern Plains and Southern Border had arrived.
They shared enough common ground.
In truth, every Celestial Lord had a bottom line. They did not care how anyone lorded it over their own territories, nor did they care if the human race was slaughtered or billions died. None of that mattered.
But once a Celestial Lord emerged who sought to unify the entire world, everyone would tacitly join forces and snuff out that budding threat.
Other than those blessed with extraordinary luck, any master of a minor world would suffer such a siege.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists."
Jiang Ding calmly looked toward the two newly arrived Celestial Lords.
Xi Ping'an merely swept them a glance and paid them no heed.
His gaze settled upon an elderly Daoist at the center of several million Hundred-Poison Golden-Silk Gu.
The Daoist held an ancient, unadorned whisk, looking every bit the classic lofty Daoist immortal.
Yet beneath the hem of his Daoist robe, his body consisted of segment after segment of centipede flesh trailing behind him. Hundreds of pairs of sharp claws writhed from time to time, while golden-green poisonous mist spread with the wind, corroding the void with terrifying sizzling sounds.
Centipede Celestial Lord!
The ruler of the Myriad Poisons Sect of the Southern Border.
This demon held no racial allegiances. Within his sect, humans and demons were treated equally, all of them mere shells for raising Gu insects.
The Hundred-Poison Golden-Silk Gu parasitized the bodies of the human and demon cultivators of the Myriad Poisons Sect. They grew and advanced alongside their hosts, accelerating their cultivation and becoming formidable weapons in battle, offering immense benefits.
The sole price was that when human and demon cultivators reached the peak of their potential, after half their lifespan had passed and while