The insect tide numbered in the tens of thousands, and every insect had ignited its divine flame. It was the equivalent of tens of thousands of gods hunting you down. He Xian, still in the Venerable Realm, could not withstand it.
He glanced at the Insect King amid the swarm.
Then he turned and left.
"We'll meet again," He Xian said in parting.
Watching his retreating figure, the Exiled Immortal wore a grave expression. Severely wounded, he murmured a question: "Immortal Qi?"
A long-absent peace returned to the Nest Realm.
In the mountains, ancient trees towered exceptionally high, their sturdy roots jutting above the ground like coiling dragons.
A stream flowed between the ancient trees, its surface calm and soundless, lending the place an even deeper stillness.
This was the edge of the Nest Realm.
The number of creatures arriving in this realm suddenly surged. They poured in wave after wave, tens of thousands at a time, for a rumor had spread throughout Immortal Ancient: the Ten Fiends' Nest was about to open, and everyone would have a chance to obtain the precious techniques of the Ten Fiends.
The crowds surged, seething with excitement.
For anyone within Immortal Ancient, this was an immense opportunity.
Along the way, He Xian encountered many people.
"Lord Six-Crown King, the descendants of Sin Blood are over there?" Suddenly, he heard that title.
He Xian raised his eyes and looked over. There stood a man in white, bearing the Heavenly Map on his back amid the cheers of the crowd. With a single step, stars wheeled and space shifted, as though he were an Immortal King reborn.
"Where are the descendants of Sin Blood? Take me to them. I'll wipe them out while I'm at it." His expression was serene, yet his words brimmed with