Battle the Mad Immortal

"Better not let him descend into the present world."

Daoist Xuanqing gazed toward the immortal gate and suddenly said, "If he descends, win or lose, this land will be left with corpses strewn everywhere."

Richard turned his head and glanced at Daoist Xuanqing.

"I never expected you to care about the world. I thought you were the sort who wouldn't care even if tens of millions died, so long as the Mad Immortal could be killed."

Daoist Xuanqing fell silent for a moment, then said blandly, "There is no use in these people staying here. I would not so much as frown at however many meaningful sacrifices were needed, but I do not wish to see such meaningless deaths."

"A pragmatist. Not bad."

Richard looked toward the immortal gate and took a step forward, his figure appearing several hundred li away. In no more than a moment, Richard had arrived before the immortal gate.

The werewolves before the immortal gate had already fainted. Under that terrifying pressure, few beings below the level of World Lord could remain conscious.

When he turned back, Richard discovered that Daoist Xuanqing had actually followed him.

"Is that a Dao technique?"

Richard's mental power detected the Spatial Flaw that had yet to be smoothed away. He used his mental power to communicate with the Fire Spirit God in his pocket.

"My lord, what he used should be the divine ability created by the Sect Master: 'A journey of a thousand li begins beneath one's feet.'"

Divine ability was the term used in the Immortal Village World for Dao techniques exceeding the first rank. Even within the Immortal Village Civilization, where experts gathered like clouds, divine abilities could be called the core treasures of a sect.

"Are there many people who know this divine ability?"

"Not