Back then, Immortal King Wusheng had suppressed them with his overwhelming strength, yet their Primordial Spirits had never reacted like this. This was a warning conveyed by heaven and earth. Instinctively, they did not want to enter, fearing they would never emerge again. It surpassed the records and understanding of ancient history.
"What is happening? I am afraid," the former lord of the Wuwang Mountains said.
Immortal Kings would rather die in battle than submit, but this was the first time their Primordial Spirits had felt such a direct threat. Their Primordial Spirits were afraid.
"Could Immortal King Wusheng suddenly turn against us?"
Immortal King Yunluo transmitted his voice, believing this was their Primordial Spirits warning them of future danger.
"He probably will not. We already swore a blood oath back then. Given Immortal King Wusheng's way of doing things, attacking us now would be needless."
"Everyone, since you are here, come inside!" Lin Yue's voice came from the depths.
Hearing Lin Yue speak, they suppressed the trembling of their Primordial Spirits and stepped deeper inside.
The closer they drew to the center, the more violently their Primordial Spirits trembled, showing signs of leaving their bodies.
Outside the final stretch of bamboo forest, they saw two figures nearby. One had silky golden hair and was none other than Immortal King Wusheng, who had subdued them back then. Around the other, an identical figure with black hair, dense radiant light beyond the Immortal King realm pierced through time and battered their Primordial Spirits. A power they dared not look upon directly was affecting their minds.
Fail to bow before an Emperor, and your true life is lost. This sudden flash of insight lingered in their hearts, making the Immortal Kings shudder uncontrollably, instinctively wanting to kneel.
"How... could this be? This