Is that a Wisp?

"No… this can't be happening?!" The Pocket Immortal was in half rage and half disbelief, causing the clash to arrive at a standstill.

Upon seeing that Zamura had brought out a lot of strong opponents, all the immortals from the Golden Gate Sect had taken out their strongest weapons to begin the battle.

Though, what they didn't expect was their weapons turning against them. They were grand immortals, having lived for thousands of years each. So, all their equipment had an equipment spirit.

And now, it was their equipment spirits that had turned against them. Flustered at the scene, they were only able to hold back their attacks, unwilling to damage their equipment.

From the start until the end, Zamura singlehandedly changed the tide of battle. Even though he was panting in exhaustion, having overexerted himself to the extent of damaging his Spiritual Incarnation, he had still achieved his objective.

"Golden Gate Sect!" Feifei took the opportunity to shout. "Retreat! This is no longer a place where you have a say. If you don't, then you can forget about ever getting your precious treasures back."

"You think such a threat would deter us?" One of the four Elementary God Realm cultivators snorted, coming forward as he snapped his fingers, constricting the equipment spirit that was going against him.

Clearly, he was a lot stronger than his equipment. He was just about to attack when Pocket Immortal raised his hands, glaring as he gazed at Zamura. Understanding that the other part was the cause for Tianal betraying him, asking, "Will you really return our treasures?"

"Of course," Zamura nodded in response. "However, it won't be immediate. It's not like I trust you, so you'll have to express your sincerity."

"And how do we do that?" Having already lost his fighting spirit, Pocket Immortal asked, sighing. Had it been in the past, he wouldn't have conceded so quickly. But in recent times, after suffering under the hands of the Mist Sect time and again, watching his comrades getting murdered one after another, he had become timid.

And the fact of Tianal betraying him was the last straw that broke the camel's neck, causing him to have zero drive to do anything. He just wished to leave everything aside and just disappear to some random city and live there in peace.

He was pretty exhausted with everything.

"Just leave us alone. That's enough," Zamura said. "And once the situation with the Mist Sect is done, we'll return your weapons."

"The Mist Sect? You think that's something your weak sect can hope to contend against?" the Pocket Immortal spoke in a fluster. "They're stronger now than they were in the past. They were terrifying!"

"We'll manage." Zamura smiled, speaking nothing else beyond that. "As the sect leader of the Mountain Sect, this is my guarantee."

"Hahaha! That's nice. I'll see how you can manage that." Suddenly, one of the immortals among the Golden Gate Sect laughed as his aura changed. Slowly, his figure morphed, turning into something that was familiar to the rest of the Golden Gate Sect members.

"Divination Immortal…? You're still alive?" Pocket Immortal asked in shock. "When did you revive? And why have you been hiding…"

He slowly stopped speaking, watching the aura of the other part continue to climb until it reached the Primal God Realm. It was apparent that something was up.

His expression collapsed as Pocket Immortal stared in anger. "You… you've betrayed us? Why?"

"Why?" Divination Immortal, an old man with vibrant hair, laughed in response, saying, "You… don't know much about me at all, do you?"

"What…do you mean?" Pocket Immortal's eyes widened in surprise, shouting, "What the hell do you mean by that, Divination Immortal?"

"The only survivor of a tragedy… that was me." Divination Immortal's expression turned into one with unconcealed anger. "My parents sacrificed their lives just to protect me and ensure that I survived that day, the day when my sect, the Mist Sect, was destroyed by you barbarians."

"Lord Divination Immortal. You…you can't be…?" Some of the immortals shouted in shock, unable to believe it.

"Yes, I was originally a member of the Mist Sect. Thanks to the efforts of my family, I survived and obtained a new identity thanks to the versatility of my Spiritual Incarnation." Divination Immortal gritted his teeth as he continued, "And to seek revenge, I joined the golden Gate Sect."

"I had to endure socializing with the barbarians that massacred my sect to satisfy their greed. I'll never forget the burning hatred I had back then, something that wouldn't be quenched to this day." The air around him shuddered as he continued to speak.

"In sect missions, whenever I accompanied those with immense potential, I killed them. Through my Spiritual Incarnation, whenever I noticed anyone with the ability to inherit the Golden Gate Sect's founding ancestor's Spiritual Incarnation, I killed them."

"So, that's why…" Pocket Immortal shuddered. "So, it wasn't that none had the capability, but they were all killed."

"Unfortunately, when I was busy reviving my sect members, she appeared all of a sudden and snatched it away," Divination Immortal said as he glared at Feifei.

But suddenly, he grinned. "But it matters not. It was I that leaked a secret that your founding ancestor had harbored, causing him to be killed by a God. Plus, it was I that embezzled the sect funds for almost a couple hundred thousand years, accumulating enough resources to revive my Mist Sect."

"But in our records, all revival means of the Mist Sect had been eradicated. So how…?" Pocket Immortal was unable to understand. "Just how did you achieve it?"

"Hahaha! That's funny!" Divination Immortal roared in laughter before unleashing his killing intent. "That's because, similar to the Spirit Deity Spiritual Incarnation, my Mist Sect had something grand as well. Something that allowed the user to mark and store information of every sect member of the Mist Sect."

"So, even if they were to die and all their revival means are destroyed, as long as this one cultivator survives, he would eventually be able to revive every single member of the Mist Sect, even the brats at the Godly Fusion Realm," Divination Immortal uttered. "And that was me, the inheritor of…"

"The Mist Records Spiritual Incarnation."