“You jest, Fate Arbiter. How could a junior like me have leads on the Four Ancient Immortals?” Lu Yang slowly retreated, calculating his escape options.

The gulf between a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator and an immortal was insurmountable. If he could overwhelm Yang Kongtong, the Fate Arbiter could do the same to him.

“Oh, you know me?” The Fate Arbiter looked at Lu Yang with interest. Both he and the Midheaven Emperor-Lord were figures from three hundred thousand years ago, and their appearances had long been lost to the river of time. The cultivators of the present age shouldn’t be able to recognize me.

But then again, the Demon-Subduing Divine Lord and the Devil-Vanquishing Divine Lord have fallen in the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace. The higher-ups of Great Xia already know what the two of us look like.

“You are Lu Yang? It seems your standing in Great Xia is even higher than I imagined.” The Fate...