Following the Demon Race's Great Demon party were Zhang Zhixuan and Du Bingxin, leading a group of Tribulation Crossing stage Rogue Cultivators from every corner of the Cultivation World.
The two leaders walked side by side. As they moved forward, a tattered scroll flashed briefly in Zhang Zhixuan's palm.
Du Bingxin swept her gaze over it but said nothing.
She merely edged a little closer to Zhang Zhixuan without drawing attention.
As for Hu Meier,
she did not enter alongside the Demon Race.
She waited until Kunming, Xuan Shi, and the other Demon Cultivators had completely vanished beyond the immortal gate.
Only then did she turn into a wisp of moonlight and streak past from the other side of the spatial passage.
The entrance to the immortal mansion had opened.
Everyone present rushed forward in a mad scramble, yet no further fighting broke out.
Everyone understood.
The immortal mansion would remain open only for a limited time. If they fought now and missed their chance to enter because of it, the loss would outweigh the gain.
Not to mention that while Qingyun Immortal Mansion was filled with opportunities, it surely held no shortage of dangers as well.
No one wished to waste their True Yuan for nothing before entering the immortal mansion.
"Fellow Daoist Su, how are you?"
Forcing herself to recall the Divine Weapon Heavenly Sword, Ling Yue Shang hurried to Su Shi'er's side.
Su Shi'er slowly shook his head.
"I'm fine. My spirit soul has merely been depleted rather severely."
"This is no place to linger. We should enter the immortal mansion first!"
As he spoke, Su Shi'er endured the agonizing pain in his sea of consciousness and swiftly took out several spirit pills, swallowing them.
The spirit pills entered his mouth.
Their medicinal power rapidly dissolved.
Yet