To the Immortal Lord, this was no less than a rebirth.
A rebirth bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Dao.
From then on, he became bound to the word "immortal."
It could be said that the immortal path of the past had been hopeless, the road ahead blocked.
But the immortal path of the future led straight to the summit, able to break through the limits of countless Great Daos.
From that day onward, the Immortal Lord joined the Sacred Court.
After the Sacred Ancestor, he became another trump card of the Sacred Court.
Yet he still cultivated with great diligence.
His dream was to become the progenitor of the immortal path, a true immortal.
Thus, he called himself the Immortal Lord.
It was a deeply meaningful title.
At last, today had arrived.
He had already cultivated to the pinnacle realm.
He had surpassed countless Great Daos and comprehended the laws of immortals himself.
It could be said that this was the period in which he was most confident.
When the Immortal Lord's boundless aura spread forth, the oppressive pressure upon everyone instantly surged.
The Lord of the Dead and the others exchanged glances.
After all, when experts crossed hands, one could sense the other's strength merely from the pressure of their first move.
None of them had the courage to face the Immortal Lord alone.
But the Lord of the Dead and the others also understood that they could not let Xu Zimo fight the Sacred Ancestor and the Immortal Lord alone.
That would make them seem utterly useless.
The Lord of the Dead took a deep breath and looked at everyone.
"Everyone, we must join forces."
"Do you still remember the Immortal-Subduing Formation?"
"We will join forces to fight the Immortal Lord. As for the Sacred Ancestor, leave