Li Dao alone occupied an entire stretch of territory, yet no one dared approach. His standing was utterly beyond the rest.
As time slowly passed, however, more and more cultivators arrived, their figures gathering in a dense, dark mass near the Kunpeng Nest.
Those closest to the fissure ranged from disciples of the divine mountains to regional princes, sect leaders, and Venerables. Ordinary cultivators could only watch from the outskirts, not daring to approach.
Li Dao was the only one who could enter that circle on his own strength.
Behind them lay a sea of darkness, packed with countless cultivators.
Many had stayed where they were, unwilling to retreat just like that. They wanted to see whether an opportunity might arise to slip inside and, with a stroke of luck, seize some treasure.
Not far from the Sacrificial Altar where Li Dao sat, Han Tian stood clad in armor with a heavy metallic sheen. His gaze drifted toward Li Dao from time to time, making every hair on his body stand on end.
"What a terrifying man. Could he be the son of some deity? How could his presence be so frightening?"
"Mo Shang's defeat at his hands was hardly undeserved!"
He had originally entertained the thought of fighting Li Dao, but after learning that Mo Shang had died in battle, much of that desire had faded.
He and Mo Shang were evenly matched. If Li Dao could defeat Mo Shang, he could defeat him as well. Han Tian had no intention of making a meaningless sacrifice.
Aside from Han Tian and the others watching him, Yun Xi's beautiful eyes remained fixed unblinkingly on Li Dao from among the Primordial Divine Mountain group.
With the presence he now exuded, it was already difficult to find any trace of the boy