Wuming didn't wait long. The golden bird returned swiftly, landing before him and chirping, "Follow me." Surprised but aware the Supreme Immortals had refined his bird, Wuming nodded and trailed it.
As the bird advanced, the mountain ahead seemed torn apart by a colossal force, revealing a radiant, seven-colored cloud path to an unknown destination. Stepping onto it, Wuming was stunned by the valley's dense spiritual energy. If I cultivated here, I'd likely reach Supreme Immortal level soon, he thought.
A rumble echoed behind. Turning, Wuming saw the cloud path vanish, the split mountain sealing shut, the noise marking its closure.
The valley's beauty surpassed Emperor Ling's palace, but Wuming, too tense to admire, followed the bird closely.
"We're here," the bird announced, snapping Wuming from his thoughts. He looked up to see a wooden cabin of unknown material, four rooms seamlessly blending with the scenery.
Steeling himself, Wuming bowed respectfully. "Wuming, by Emperor Ling's decree, seeks to report urgent matters to the Supreme Immortals."
"Enter," a voice replied.
Relieved, Wuming felt the weight of his mission. If his disciples' reports were true, the enemy was formidable, and without Supreme Immortal aid, the Immortal Realm faced its greatest upheaval. He lifted the curtain and stepped inside.
Two white-browed, white-bearded figures sat at the head. "Wuming pays respects to the Supreme Immortals," he said, bowing.
The left Supreme Immortal nodded slightly. "Sit." A cushion appeared behind Wuming, conjured by divine power. Unfazed, he sat respectfully.
"What crisis brings you here personally?" the Supreme Immortal asked.
Wuming detailed the immortals' treasure-hunt disappearances and the discovery of numerous unknown immortals massing in the Immortal Realm's barbaric frontier. "Emperor Ling deems this grave, requesting the Supreme Immortals to quell this conflict."
The Supreme Immortals, shocked, exchanged glances. Though rarely involved in Immortal Realm affairs, they weren't ignorant—some roamed incognito. A force this large, as Wuming described, required millennia of preparation, undetected until now. That the Immortal Realm missed it was plausible, but the Supreme Immortal Realm's oversight was alarming.
How had they evaded the Supreme Immortal Realm's centennial inspections? Their eyes met, recognizing the gravity. Such a force likely had Supreme Immortal backing—otherwise, no immortal could hide from the "Sky-Peering Mirror," a device crafted over ten thousand years by Supreme Immortals to reveal all known realms.
The right Supreme Immortal spoke. "Return and inform Emperor Ling we'll respond swiftly." Reading their expressions, Wuming knew they needed to strategize. He rose, bowed, and said, "Understood."
As he left the cabin, a golden light shot from it, vanishing into the cosmos.
"How'd it go? What'd the Supreme Immortals say?" Emperor Ling, seeing Wuming, leapt from his throne. The Four Heavenly Kings' reports confirmed their worst fears.
Wuming, noting Ling's urgency, bowed. "Your Majesty, the Supreme Immortals were shocked and instructed me to inform you they'll act soon."
Ling exhaled, relieved, then gripped Wuming's hand. "My dear minister, the Four Heavenly Kings report we're at a critical juncture."
"What?!" Wuming gasped. Guesses paled against confirmation.
"No conflicts yet?" Wuming asked, slightly overstepping decorum, but Ling, too tense, overlooked it. Frowning, he said, "Not yet, but close. The Kings scouted—those two planets your disciples mentioned? Their surrounding asteroids are all garrisoned. We can't get near."
Wuming, troubled, said, "Your Majesty, even if the Four Heavenly Kings brought all their troops, we'd be outnumbered."
"You're right," Ling agreed, patting Wuming's shoulder. "I've ordered them to hold back, just monitor their plans." He muttered, "What puzzles me is their uniform armor. Who refines identical gear like that?"
Close enough to hear, Wuming caught Ling's words but couldn't fathom why immortals would craft matching armor, like mortal armies. A thought struck—Could a mortal nation have all cultivated to immortality? Absurd. Even if possible, such high ranks were unthinkable. His own immortal path spanned tens of thousands of years. Shaking his head, Wuming dismissed the implausible notion.
At the armies' border:
"Big Bro, those brats showed up, thinking we didn't notice. Should I crush them?" Alang, clad in armor, bellowed, as if daring anyone to miss him.
I wanted to punch him. Can't you see I'm with Bixue and the girls? But his generals were behind him. Fine, I'd save his face—can't undermine his command later.
Spotting the room's intimacy, Alang sensed trouble. Yet Feitian's calm confused him. Is Big Bro softened by the wives' charm? Normally, he'd roast me. Planning to settle later? A chill ran through him.
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