Below the Immortal Saints, All Are Ants

It was not only Feng Yu who felt this way; the other Great Luos did as well. Immortal Dao had many Great Luos, yet not a single great power had ever gathered so many of them.

This was the Dao Ancestor's power to rally others!

Even those newly ascended Great Luos who had never met the Dao Ancestor longed to hear him expound the Dao.

More and more Great Luos arrived and began conversing among themselves. Seeing that Blessed Origin Saintess and the Twelve Holy Mothers did not stop them, the Great Luos relaxed even further.

As the range of Immortal Dao's providence grew broader and broader, the area in which cultivators could cultivate continued to expand, pushing great powers farther and farther apart. They rarely met in ordinary times and could only gather within Divine Roam Great Heaven and Earth. Now that they had such an opportunity to interact in reality, they were naturally delighted.

The Dao Sect, Buddhist Sect, Tianjing, Spirit Cloud Sect, North Dipper Sect, Sword Sect, and more—an increasing number of ancient Great Luo sects arrived, making the area before Purple Cloud Palace ever more lively.

This time, the Great Luos waited several days before the gates of Purple Cloud Palace finally opened.

Led by the Holy Mothers, the Great Luos entered Purple Cloud Palace.

Jiang Yi walked amid the crowd. Within seven paces of him, no one dared approach, making him stand out conspicuously.

The Great Luos all had their own friends and advanced in groups. Ye Xundi, the Sword God, Ji Wujun, and the others walked together. When they saw Jiang Yi's situation, they did not approach him either.

There was no helping it. The chill surrounding Jiang Yi was simply too heavy, and he carried an air that warned strangers to keep away.