The last group had the fewest people, only thirty or forty. They were disciples of the Vermilion Bright Nether Void Palace, led by Nan Wuming, a Direct Lineage True Disciple of their sect, and stood apart as a force of their own.
That was hardly surprising. Of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, the Heavenly Star Myriad Forms Palace had always been the strongest and foremost.
But the Vermilion Bright Nether Void Palace had never been content with that. In everything, it had to vie with the Heavenly Star Myriad Forms Palace for the lead.
Naturally, they could not bring themselves to serve beneath anyone else now. One way or another, they had to form their own force. And with so few people, they must have had the strength to back it up!
Strangely enough, in these circumstances, the ones who stood out and drew the most attention were disciples of the lower three among the Nine Great Immortal Sects: Tang Changsheng, Leng Wuya, and Pu Anhe.
The Taiyi Immortal Sword Order, Tongling Wuji Order, and Golden Body Combat Order were all in the weakest tier of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, mockingly called the lower three.
Yet in battle, it was people from those three sects who shone brightest.
Of course, Zheng Qing would never follow Tang Changsheng.
At first, he and Li Chuanhai had wanted to gather followers and strike out on their own. No one paid them any heed, so in the end, they took a few close fellow disciples and joined Leng Wuya instead.
In just two or three days, the factions had largely taken shape.
In the Spring Waters Painting, a river of spring water flowed past. Two Daoists sat in a boat, seemingly fishing.
But what they were discussing had nothing to do with such