Thirteen Scrolls on the Immortal Rankings, Not One Bears This Old Man's Name

On a country path, a middle-aged man steeped in twilight air and a beautiful woman walked one behind the other.

No one would have guessed that they were two Generals Who Guarded the South, capable of trading blows with Bodhisattvas and Great Luo Immortal Venerables.

"Though things did not spiral out of control, the Bodhi Sect has acted after all."

Feng Xi's mood was somewhat gloomy. Whether it was Brother Yan or the Thousand-Hand Bodhisattva, both had tacitly restrained the aura of their spell battle, keeping the surrounding prefectures from falling into panic.

Yet the clash between two third-rank powerhouses had already proven that neither side had any intention of yielding.

"I have a feeling that the Great Southern Continent will descend completely into chaos within days." She took a deep breath.

"No need for a feeling."

Yang Mingli casually pulled out a list and handed it over. "These are the immortal sects within the Divine Dynasty's Southern Continent territory. According to the Demon-Slaying Bureau's surveillance, more than half have quietly withdrawn. Ordinary people may be reluctant to leave the soil of their homeland, but why would these cultivators abandon immortal lands they have maintained for who knew how many tens of thousands of years?"

A cold sneer appeared on his face as he asked and answered his own question. "They merely caught wind of things ahead of time and wish to hide from disaster."

As he spoke, Yang Mingli turned and glanced at Feng Xi. "The court is still waiting for a reply from the Immortal Court. In this old man's view, I fear it will never come."

The Seven Treasures Bodhisattva's preaching had been a signal so obvious it could not have been clearer.

It was merely that they had still harbored a shred of hope, believing it