Everything seemed to freeze, and everyone maintained a shocked posture, looking up at the sky, their eyes firmly focused on Tang Zheng who was rising into the sky.

"Immortals!"

An exclamation sounded, and then, as if the crowd had come to life, they shouted loudly, bowed down to Tang Zheng, and kept kowtowing.

The direct souls of those descendants of the mountain gods were almost frightened, and they were stunned.

Tang Zheng ignored these people, and flew towards the raised rock little by little, the closer he got closer, the more he had a strange feeling in his heart.