The eight great cultivators' killing intent swept out, cold enough to affect the heavenly law's web itself. It turned the web as merciless as the dead of winter, but its chill was directed inward, not outward.
Many Immortal Sect cultivators suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
No, not a chill. Just a flicker of cold that vanished in an instant.
"What is the meaning of this, friends?"
Yuan's smile faded slightly. He stared at the eight great cultivators of the Immortal Orders, his face expressionless.
Did they really think this was still a thousand years ago, before our advancement to Void Refining?
The hearts of the eight great cultivators lurched.
The Eastern Extreme Demon Sect was now at the height of its power. Some great cultivators even suspected it could sweep across the Nine Spirits Domain, though the price would be so terrible it might nearly destroy itself.
If it held fast within its mountain stronghold, it was all but invincible, fearing no coalition that came to surround and kill it.
If the Nine Spirits Domain had remained a closed realm, all of that would almost have become reality.
Under these circumstances, very little could threaten the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect.
The eight great cultivators' expressions shifted between light and dark.
After a moment, they withdrew their killing intent and let it show no longer. Frowning deeply, they began to think.
A long time passed.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan,"
"Speak plainly."
The great cultivator of the Heavenly Mechanism Immortal Palace showed neither joy nor sorrow. "What do you want?"
"Or are we to fight here while Senior Horn Nether Emperor threatens us from the side?"
"As you said, burning our blood essence would greatly increase our strength. For a short time, we could wield Dao Integration-level power."
"And then the