On this day, Zhou Zihuang and others were still crusading outside.
Ning Zongtang still presided over the Emperor Immortal Sect.
The affairs of the Sect were overseen by Jiang Jing.
Three aged strange beings from the Immortal King Hall were giving extremely strict guidance to the many disciples of the Emperor Immortal Sect.
This day should have been sunny and breezy, but at this moment, a shadow suddenly enveloped the Emperor Immortal Sect.
It then quickly darkened to the point of being visible to the naked eye.
That scene, as if the Half-Yin World had once again descended upon the Emperor Immortal Sect.
But this time it was completely different.
Because this time, there was no sweeping Yin Energy, nor chilling winds, and certainly no legions of ghosts emerging.
What there was... was just that pure and extreme horror of imposing pressure!
As if it were the majesty of the heavens!
Suppressing all things!
