There Are Many People in the World of Immortality

In the cold night of the Southern Wilderness Bone Slope, Ling Chen raised three fingers to the five orphans: "First, Langya Pavilion is your only home; second, the souls of those who betrayed you will be destroyed; third, only those who survive are qualified to take revenge." He hid in the shadow of the pavilion door, watching A Lang's sword develop from a rusty wooden sword to a sky-splitting fairy weapon, watching A Huo's poison brewing from hemp juice into a magic elixir to kill immortals, watching A Ying's stealth technique being able to hide from the old monster in the tribulation, watching A Yan's giant hammer smashing the foundation stone of the fairy mountain, and watching A Shuang's array trapping the laws of heaven and earth. From robbing the mines in Nanhuang and slaughtering gangs in Qingzhou, to establishing prestige in Zhongzhong and conferring gods on Dianmen, the name of Langya Pavilion has become a taboo in the world of immortality. No one has seen the Pavilion Master Ling Chen. They only know that the five killing gods follow his orders and use their iron fist to eliminate all dissatisfaction—— "The Pavilion Master said, anyone who blocks the way will die." When the nine-colored sea of thunder enveloped Lingxiao City, everyone caught a glimpse of a vague figure in the cracks of the thunder clouds. The five people from Alang held swords to protect themselves from the sea of thunder, pointing their swords at the sky: "Those who dare to peek at the pavilion master's true appearance should first ask about our swords." The shadow in the pavilion is an unknown lord, a five-handled blade, and a bloodstain that cannot be erased in the entire world of immortality.