Wu Zhaodi descended, and the Tianluan Immortal Palace falling from the void immediately radiated vast immortal light.
As though reborn, like a fish leaping through the dragon gate, the Tianluan Immortal Palace emitted boundless immortal light that illuminated half the void.
Above the void, Huang Xuequan instantly rose to his feet.
"Immortal Luan—I knew that bitch hadn't passed everything on to me," he said resentfully.
"Other than her daughter, I'm afraid no one else knows this secret art."
He had served diligently under the previous palace master for so many years, all to learn this Immortal Luan art.
Unfortunately, the other party had never taught it to him. After waiting for years, he had finally lost patience and overthrown the former palace master.
His pursuit of Wu Zhaodi was not merely to extinguish the previous palace master's last thread of hope, but also to seize the cultivation method of the Immortal Luan.
Yet over these years, he had also created the Blood Heavenly Luan himself.
Though they had never clashed head-on, Huang Xuequan wanted to know which was stronger: his Blood Heavenly Luan or the Immortal Luan.
After the immortal light flickered, all the injuries on Wu Zhaodi's Immortal Luan were swept away.
It became ethereal as an immortal, as though draped in a layer of holy wings.
Its soft cry was piercing beyond measure, resounding through the clouds and spreading mightily across the entire Tianluan Immortal Palace.
"This Immortal Luan looks exactly like our Tianluan Immortal Palace's founding patriarch," a disciple whispered.
The statue of Tianluan Immortal Palace's founding patriarch stood at the very center of the Tianluan Immortal Palace.
That Immortal Luan bore an uncanny resemblance to it and had been worshipped by all.
"Watch your words," a disciple beside him hurriedly said.
Wu Zhaodi was merely