For the many indigenous warriors of the Dragon Saliva Realm, it was one thing when they were unaware.

But now that their eyes were opened to the vastness of the world and the existence of Longevity, how could they willingly miss out?

Even if not for the native beings of the Dragon Saliva Realm, just for themselves, they absolutely could not retreat.

Time and again, they initiated rebellions to force the Purple Mansion Sect to cede more benefits, and eventually to gain the leadership of the Dragon Saliva Realm, granting its cultivators a higher status.

This time, they had the same idea, hoping to take this opportunity to fiercely bite a piece off the Purple Mansion Sect.

However, everything took a sudden turn; the Purple Mansion Sect, which had been retreating step by step, suddenly became resolute.

In a hidden mountain range of the Dragon Saliva Realm, a stronghold for the indigenous resistance, a native of Supreme Strong level led numerous warriors to guard the place.

They had just attacked a stronghold of the Purple Mansion Sect, seizing a considerable amount of resources. While it was a pity not to encounter any cultivators left by the Purple Mansion Sect, the resources they plundered alone made the effort worthwhile.

However, as they celebrated, the world trembled in the distance, as if even the mountains were shaken.

"Kill!"

The Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion coldly spat out the word, heavy as a thousand catties, pressing down the void and the sky dome, as countless warriors sensed the fierce killing intent.

The powerful divine sense swept over, intimidating countless warriors with its incisive killing intent, leaving them deeply uneasy.

Following the Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion, many strong warriors of the Purple Mansion Sect immediately set up an array to cover this void, allowing no one to enter or exit.

"The Ancestral Master has ordered that anyone daring to cause trouble shall be killed without mercy!"

Several supreme warriors of the Purple Mansion Sect wielded their divine weapon treasures, and the terrifying power smashed directly onto the mountain peak.

Boom!

The violent tremor shook even the heavens and earth, as the brilliant divine powers were cast out as if they cost nothing.

"Purple Mansion Sect, you seek death!"

A being with six pairs of black wings rose into the sky from the rubble, and with a gentle flap of the black wings, a violent storm was stirred, easily blocking the surrounding attacks.

This being was a native of the Dragon Saliva Realm, similar to the human race, but with black wings growing from their back, horns atop their head, and a tail behind. The number of wings, the size and thickness of the horns, and the tail's length, represent their strength.

The being before them had six pairs of black wings, horns about six inches long, and a tail six feet long—this mountain's master, a Supreme Overlord Realm native warrior of the Dragon Saliva Realm.

The wings lightly stirred a violent wind, and the horns atop were extremely sturdy, seemingly capable of easily piercing through the heavens and earth, with a slight flick of the tail causing the ground to shake and the mountains to tremble.

He observed the Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion approaching with many mighty warriors, a look of shock surfacing in his eyes, not expecting such ruthlessness, bringing so many warriors to besiege him.

As a being of the Supreme Overlord level, even if he left the Dragon Saliva Realm for the Chaos Void, he could have a promising future. But he remained in the Dragon Saliva Realm, unwilling to leave, to seize more benefits.

Having witnessed the war when the Purple Mansion Sect first descended, he saw countless ancient and more powerful Dragon Saliva Realm warriors than him get turned to ashes in that battle.

That tragic battle left an indelible shadow in his heart; he remembered how utterly weak he was back then, watching countless peerless warriors easily beheaded by the divine sword.

The fall of a peerless warrior stirred not the slightest ripple, like stepping on an ant, and he recalled the head of that peerless warrior landing right before him, their eyes meeting —filled with unwillingness, as if shouting in anger, but to no avail.

From that day on he became aware of the Purple Mansion Sect, knowing that the Heavenly Court ruled over the Dragon Saliva Realm, and that daunting shadow lingered in his heart. Even now, possessing the power of a peerless warrior, he was still cautious whenever facing the Purple Mansion Sect and the Heavenly Court.

Had he not known that the person came from the same Divine Continent World, he wouldn't have acted rashly, yet even so, he dared not push things too far during the turmoil.

This warrior only wished to use war to promote peace, hoping to demonstrate his value and gain some more benefits, especially when the Purple Mansion Sect kept conceding, which pleased him greatly.

As long as he gained enough benefits this time and attained the True Immortal state, he would immediately leave the Dragon Saliva Realm, never to return.

Yet, who could have imagined the Purple Mansion Sect suddenly becoming so tough, unwilling to yield an inch?

"You all have committed numerous evil deeds, disrupting the Dragon Saliva Realm's order, and you're doomed!" The Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion remained unmoved, perceiving the other's anger as mere futile struggle.

Indeed, the native being before him was a Supreme Overlord, but so what?

Having undergone the Myriad Laws Realm trials, the Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion had faced countless heaven-proud warriors in the trials, even he, nurtured by the Purple Mansion Sect with countless resources as a heaven-proud figure, could only look on with envy, unable to stand alongside them.

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