Shi Hao stood at the center of the crowd, surrounded by a group of Heavenly Gods.
At that moment, the young man seemed so towering and sacred. He had lifted the curses on some of them, naturally earning their sincere support and goodwill.
In the end, he even restored two more muddle-minded sect leaders.
The four great sect leaders stood together, free to act as they pleased, their might shaking every direction.
A single lightning tribulation had far-reaching consequences, stirring the native inhabitants of Immortal Ancient.
After so many years had passed, who would willingly walk the path into a muddled existence, imprisoned in one place for life? They all longed for freedom and light.
Now that such an opportunity lay before them, the various clans naturally came flocking.
Shi Hao became the focal point, surrounded by the crowd, with eyes upon him from every direction.
Of course, not every clan sincerely wished to befriend him. Some merely kept up appearances to obtain lightning tribulation liquid.
Every clan had its own calculations. If the Immortal Ancient Ruins truly split open and connected to the outside world, great sects from outside would storm in, and enormous trouble would surely follow.
They had already learned that Shi Hao was at odds with certain outside lineages, locked in feuds that would end only in death.
Thus, while the Heavenly Gods of some clans acted friendly on the surface, no one knew what they would do at a critical moment.
Of course, some great clans of Immortal Ancient had truly bound themselves to Shi Hao's war chariot. They had faith in his future, believing that as long as he survived, he would become invincible throughout the Nine Heavens.
Elsewhere, He Xian appeared in a perilous region. Something was calling to him again, leaving him