"For the peace of the divine land, the ancestors will surely forgive!"
The True Gods of the Mend Heaven Sect showed no shame on their faces.
What ancestors? None could compare to the power in their hands, especially when the path ahead was cut off, ascension hopeless. For a millennium, the Mend Heaven Sect had not seen a new human immortal, and it was not all due to the Heavenly Emperor's schemes.
Once a human immortal emerged, who would call the shots in the Mend Heaven Sect?
Sun Changsheng's eyes revealed mockery as he channeled his Mana, and with a countercurrent swing, his God-Beating Stick slammed towards the Demon Suppression Tower.
"I, Old Sun, have been trapped in this tower for ten thousand years. If it weren't for the True Immortal's restrictions, I would have refined it long ago. You really are making a fool of yourselves by bringing it out!"