The golden immortal stood in the void as a faint smear of gold. There was nothing intimidating about him, but his image ignored the limitations of space and appeared in front of every cultivator. His voice reverberated in everyone’s ears.

Contempt curved Lu Tianling’s lips.

“When did the Origin Sect become so self righteous? If you really cared about the hundreds of millions in Darklake, why would you start this war?”

“I said,” the golden immortal’s tone remained calm. “If you present yourself for captivity, this war will end immediately.”

“In your dreams.” Situ Wenxian bounded to Lu Tianling’s side and stood shoulder to shoulder with the patriarch. “Darklake Empire prospers and declines with Our teacher. If you wish to take him away, you must destroy Darklake first.” Aura flooded out of his body as he stared down the golden immortal, not giving way in the...