Ye Bufan's voice was like the cold wind of midwinter, sending chills down the spines of all the cultivators in Immortal City.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, this territory of the Great Yan Nation was negotiated by our Eternal Immortal Land from the Zhenwu Immortal Sect. To give it to you? That's too domineering."

An elder in a white robe, exuding an aura as deep as an abyss, slowly walked out of the hall.

He seemed like an immortal mountain, emerging from the eternal river of time, filled with an ancient and desolate aura, making the universe decay, green leaves wither, and the aura was intimidating.