Wang Zijia slightly returned to his senses, looked down, and saw the ground, the mountains, and the area below the low skies were all filled with people, a veritable sea of humanity.
He opened his mouth, just about to say something when suddenly his brows furrowed.
"Hmm?"
Several Immortal Venerates also felt something, turning their heads and looking up.
"Clap, clap!"
A series of not so loud, yet clear claps that echoed throughout the entire Spirit Suppressing Realm attracted everyone's attention.
"To achieve the Supreme status in the Spirit Suppressing Realm, it seems you are not only an old fellow but also one with quite a few good things."
Immediately after, a rather casual voice sounded, the words tinged with strong interest, but not much politeness.
The crowd looked up and saw two elders stepping through the air with ease, walking over leisurely.
One was clad in a black robe, his figure hazy and not clearly visible, only allowing a rough guess that he was an Old Taoist;
