Immortal Palace.
Heaven-Devouring Sacred Land.
After a thorough beating, Si Wuyou no longer retained even a trace of a Saint Clan young master's appearance. His clothes were now in tatters, his hands and feet shackled in high-grade restraints. A Soul Lock had also sealed his Purple Mansion, leaving him unable to use even his divine sense. He looked utterly miserable.
Jade Kun was no better off.
She had been forced back into human form. In that form, she was a plump woman with a face like a silver platter, round and lustrous as a pearl, looking exceedingly prosperous. Yet she too had been beaten black and blue, her face mottled with bruises and her body bound in all manner of shackles and chains, reduced to a prisoner.
In the sky, several figures radiating the pressure of the Void Ascension Realm stood suspended in different directions, blocking the escape routes of these two miscreants. Dozens more Divine Ability Realm cultivators were scattered around them, watching from afar as though facing a great enemy.
And among so many people, one person stood out in particular.
He was a lean old man with grizzled hair and deep-set eyes. A fresh green tea branch adorned his flowing pale-cyan robe, lending him a rather carefree air.
Yet compared to his bearing, what drew even more attention was the vast, surging, terrifying pressure around him.
Among the many Void Ascension Realm cultivators present, the pressure emanating from him was the strongest and most fearsome. Coupled with the immortal spiritual aura that could not be restrained from spilling out around him, he was not a True Immortal, yet was no less imposing than one.
This old man was none other than the Enlightenment Tea Tree in human form.
"Thank you for lending us your aid, Senior Wudao."