The Immortal Cultivation Industry Was About to Rise

Shang Zheng wore a gray robe. He took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and followed step by step into the somber ink-black palace.

He had been born into a collateral branch of the Shang Clan and had suffered suppression from others, ending up in this godforsaken place where life and death could come at any moment.

The palace was silent.

There were no servants, no maids. As the wind blew, the curtains swayed everywhere, further deepening the fear in one's heart, as though one were walking through a realm of ghosts.

Only when he reached the center of the palace—

Upon the Black Crow Throne amidst the clouds sat a youth in green, a longsword at his waist. He sat upright, his gaze calm.

"Greetings, True Lord Tu Shan!"

Shang Zheng did not dare look too much. Forcing down the trembling in his body, he bowed in solemn salute.

The person before him—

Was Tu Shan Old Devil, whose fierce name resounded far and wide, the man who had single-handedly destroyed the Northern Plains Hei Clan!

According to the intelligence, his thoughts ran deep. He often moved about through incarnations, had not the slightest concern for face, and bullying the weak with strength was commonplace for him.

He had spent a hundred years laying out his scheme, provoking internal slaughter within the Hei Clan. Once their strength had been greatly weakened, he brazenly set a trap and killed Divine Crow True Lord, destroyed the Beast-Spirit Immortal City that had endured for ten thousand years, and became the foremost rogue cultivator devil of the Northern Plains.

A mere collateral-branch Golden Core dying here would draw no attention from anyone.

Even a direct-line Golden Core would be no different.

The Northern Plains had long ceased to be the