The resplendent golden Great Sun still shone in the skies of the Immortal Realm.
But the golden pillar of light that spanned heaven and earth had already dissipated.
Jiang Yang stood on the Southern Li Ascension Reception Platform, no longer dwelling on why the "plan" had gone awry.
He raised his head and looked at the transcendent immortal in red standing in the void, his brows knitting.
This immortal had a powerful aura, not far removed from his own Seventh Step cultivation.
Jiang Yang did not want to provoke a conflict just after arriving in the Immortal Realm. He offered a faint, "friendly" smile and explained.
"Fellow... Daoist, I am not invading the Immortal Realm. Rather, I have an old friend here and have come to visit..."
"Absurd. Your aura is utterly unlike that of an immortal cultivator. We of the Immortal Clan prize quiet cultivation by nature and excel at harmonizing with heaven and earth. Yet within your aura, I sense an intense air of slaughter, as though endless seas of blood and piles of bones lie beneath your feet."
"You seem no decent sort. Instead, you resemble that Devil Lord who defected from the Immortal Clan."
In the void, Futuzi's gaze was cold. With a single remark, he left Jiang Yang no room to respond.
At these words.
Throughout the Immortal Realm, almost every powerhouse above the Seventh Step felt their hearts tighten.
They recalled their impressions of the Devil Lord's aura and unexpectedly discovered that, apart from an additional air of invincible, overbearing kingly aura, Jiang Yang's bearing was actually very similar to the Devil Lord's.
The Devil Lord.
He had once been the Dao Ancestor's fourth direct disciple, an invincible figure who had established the fourth great teaching, the Demon Sect.
In the distant, ancient past,