Although everyone was unclear about the old Daoist's intentions, they now bore the mark and were driven by forces beyond their control. They could only act together, moving towards the vast black waters. At this moment, the old Daoist swung his floating dust brush like a stick, and the golden lion, Lion Tianba, was flung out like garbage.
Looking at the surging black waters, the old Daoist remained silent, his expression unchanged. In his eyes, all life was merely a tool, and here, he was the absolute ruler. No one should defy his commands.
Just then, a spatial fluctuation suddenly occurred in front of him, followed by the appearance of a figure. It was none other than Xiao Qiang! At this moment, Xiao Qiang's aura was profound and unfathomable, making it impossible for others to discern his true level. However, it was clear that his realm had not yet reached the level of immortality.
But even those who had attained the immortal realm could not compare to his cultivation level.
