The Immortal Gate Remains Open

With Midu standing guard, Zhang Yang felt much more at ease about opening the Immortal Realm Gate.

The Immortal Realm Gate opened, and wave after wave of powerful auras immediately descended upon its other side.

Yet, to Zhang Yang's surprise, no True Immortals descended to the Lower Realm, nor did the will of an Immortal King appear.

Separated by the Immortal Realm Gate, the Immortal Realm remained silent.

"I've been apart from several friends for many days and missed them dearly, so I opened the gate to find them," Zhang Yang said to the Immortal Realm with a smile. "Feng'er, Qingcheng, are you well? Brother Songzhi, Brother Tao, have you broken through yet?"

The other side of the Immortal Realm remained as silent as ever.

At this moment, the many Immortal Kings of the Immortal Realm wore stern expressions, while every True Immortal looked grave.

Not long ago, they had sent eighty-four True Immortals down to the Lower Realm, only for them to die there.

Now this brat had opened the Immortal Gate again and claimed he merely wanted to contact his friends. Who would believe that?

"If I'm not mistaken, this brat is deliberately fishing. Perhaps that Demon Lord of War has already arranged matters in the Lower Realm, coordinating with several realms to plot against us."

"I think so too. Otherwise, why isn't this brat afraid in the slightest?"

"Does he think we'll fall for it again? That Demon Lord of War has no more tricks than this."

The many True Immortals discussed the matter in secret.

The Immortal Kings also communicated in secret. After deliberating for a while, they decided to ignore the brat from the Lower Realm.

If they sent people down again, what if Ghost Realm Envoys came from the Ghost Realm once more?