As the words fell, heaven and earth descended into utter silence.
Divine Monarch Nantian stood behind Yun Zheng, emanating the awe-inspiring pressure unique to the True Immortal Realm, as if he were the very foundation of Yun Zheng.
He was resolute!
And also clear-headed.
If not for Yun Zheng, he would certainly die.
To achieve True Immortal—even as a second-tier Immortal Seed—even if pledged to Yun Zheng, it was still a once-in-ten-thousand chance.
At this moment, the deterrent and enticement of True Immortal overlapped.
The expressions on everyone upon the Immortal Coffin shifted unpredictably.
Can Sutian's face was expressionless, as if he had heard nothing.
Here among the people from Daqian, Martial Artists were few and far between.
Most present were from the War King Clans, Dongyang Divine Sect, and the followers that Cen Xinghou had brought.
Shi Feng suddenly sighed: "If anyone has a mind to go, then do so—I won't stop you!"
Zuo Shenzong waved his hand casually.
