The three Supremes of the Immortal Path trembled as they watched that menacing Evil Forces Faction step into the place.
A Stone Stele rose, bearing the words "Road to Immortality."
They should have stopped Meng Chuan and the others, but after looking at the dark mass of people and the few leading them, they wisely chose to see nothing.
Then an altar appeared. It was a contingency Emperor Zun had left behind to drain everything from any living being who set foot here.
"Hmph."
Amitabha Buddha snorted coldly, then waved his hand and took the altar away.
"A contingency left by someone the Heavenly Emperor defeated dares to disturb him?" Amitabha Buddha held it in utter contempt.
"This is Immortal Soil left from the Chaotic Ancient Era, the true Immortal Ascension Ground. Emperor Zun suppressed us here..."
Huàshé's eyes flickered. With the contingency gone, he had fully regained his reason and clarity.
"Everyone from my era is dead. The master of the Desolate Pagoda suppressed me here to guard the Immortal Path." The being, older even than the Mythological Era, murmured, "Later, a man no weaker than the Desolate Heaven Emperor came and rearranged everything, suppressing those two as well."
Just like that, he had gained two neighbors. After the Eternal Ages, he was no longer alone; he had bunkmates above and below him.
The crowd was surprised to hear this. So there had been such a powerful figure in those unrecorded ancient Years? Someone who had even forged an Immortal Artifact like the Desolate Pagoda?
Meng Chuan's expression stirred. He looked at the being Shi Hao had suppressed.
"You say Emperor Zun was no weaker than the Desolate Heaven Emperor. Then how do I compare to him?" Meng Chuan asked evenly, anticipation already rising in his heart.
The being