This was a Secret Land, its scenery as lovely as a painting. The essence of Heaven and Earth was abundant, and wisps of Immortal Qi drifted through the air.
Bronze buildings stretched on and on, hidden among immortal mist and Spirit Mountains.
At the very center of all the Cult Masters' gathering places stood a bronze hall. Green rust mottled its surface, lending it an ancient, natural look.
This was the most famous Immortal Artifact in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, and the one most steeped in legend.
The Bronze Immortal Palace!
The Immortal Hall, the foremost power in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, had taken its name from this palace.
This was also the Immortal Hall's seat.
At that moment, many Cult Masters waited inside an ancient hall.
"Treasure Techniques truly stir the heart. Even the Immortal Hall couldn't resist; they've gone and roused an ancient great figure." A Cult Master spoke with what sounded like a sneer.
"A supposedly complete Ten Fiend Treasure Technique? Who wouldn't want it? Even a True Immortal descending to the mortal world would be no different."
"That ancient great figure of the Immortal Hall still needs time to awaken. It must be the one who was said to have been invincible in his era."
"It should be. If he makes a move, this venture is certain to succeed."
"Using a dragon to swallow a tiger... Who knows whether that will be a blessing or a curse for us?" one Cult Master worried.
"The Immortal Hall will certainly take most of the benefits, but we'll still gain something."
"If we hadn't contacted the Immortal Hall, none of us could have been sure of success. Then we'd have gained nothing at all."
Who did not know that inviting the Immortal Hall was like inviting jackals,