Speaking of adding Immortal Kings to strengthen Stone Village's top-tier forces, Meng Chuan thought of another place.
Hundred Broken Mountain. An Immortal King-level being was there too.
Not King Pumo, of course. King Pumo had already given off his last bit of warmth.
This Immortal King-level being was a pagoda.
Well, that pagoda was damaged too. It had originally had nine tiers, but only four remained in Hundred Broken Mountain.
That was to be expected. If an Immortal King-level being were whole and unharmed, why would he stay in the Eight Domains, holed up inside Hundred Broken Mountain?
Countless eras had passed, and too many great wars had been fought.
There had been the war against the Foreign Realm at the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, the Divine Race's great upheaval at the end of the Divine Ancient Era, and catastrophe after catastrophe that could be called minor reckonings.
Many Immortal Kings had died, but some still clung to life by a thread.
They had all swarmed into the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm because this little place really was the best place for them to hide.
It was safe enough.
Who would imagine that such a feeble place concealed a whole cluster of Immortal Kings?
Those great figures did not even deign to look here.
In the Eight Domains, even the hidden Immortal Kings themselves had no idea they had so many neighbors in the same predicament. Others were even less likely to guess.
They would only assume those Immortal Kings were dead.
"Willow God, do you know a pagoda?" Meng Chuan asked casually.
"A pagoda?" Willow God was puzzled. She thought back carefully, then remembered something.
"Do you mean that nine-tiered Bone Pagoda?"
"Yes."
"I saw him during the Immortal Ancient Era, but we were never