In the distance.
Wuliang's gaze carried a hint of arrogance. He had been staring at Ancient Immortal for quite some time. Outside, you might be an Immortal hero of peerless splendor, someone I would never be able to match. But having come here, your seniority still falls short of mine!
"Who dares spy on me?!" Ancient Immortal roared. Though his Immortal Body was trapped, his blood and qi senses remained.
"I am Wuliang, one of the Seven Ancestors of the Primordial Dao Court in the Primordial Immortal Domain. The Dao Ancestor of the Primordial Ore Vein personally bestowed upon me the honorable title of 'Golden Miner.' Who are you?!" Wuliang's bearing was vast and imposing. The moment he spoke, it was clear he was an old miner.
He was sly as a ghost as well. He had noticed the inexplicable imprisoned Immortal qi within Ancient Immortal's body, so he seized the chance to suppress him.
"Heh, I am...!" Ancient Immortal laughed in fury. The words "I am Ancient Immortal of the Primordial Academy from the Ancient Era" ultimately never left his mouth. Introducing himself here would truly be humiliating.
If the old headmaster saw this, he would probably crawl out of his tomb.
"I'm not going!" Ancient Immortal's eyes bulged as he refused to take even a single step forward. "Futian, return my Jianmu!"
That beast Futian.
After waking up, aside from his physical body, everything else he owned as an Immortal had vanished. This was the fortune he had accumulated over many years in the Immortal Realm, and this tree was the foundation he intended to use to rebuild the Primordial Academy.
Back then, the Primordial Academy had collapsed because it could not bear the Immortal might, becoming an immense regret in his heart. If he had had this