Northern Plains, all the Heavenly Monarchs from the Southern Border have arrived.
They have enough common ground.
In fact, every Heavenly Monarch has an unspoken rule: normally, they turn blind eyes to slaughter and billions of deaths within their territories.
However, once a Heavenly Monarch tries to unify the entire world, everyone tacitly joins hands to eradicate this budding threat.
Other than those exceptionally lucky, any Minor Thousand World's lord would face such an encirclement.
"Fellow Daoists, greetings."
Jiang Ding casually glanced at the two newly appeared Heavenly Monarchs.
Xi Ping'an swept his gaze over without paying any heed.
His attention was focused on the center surrounded by millions of Hundred Poisons Golden Thread Gu, where stood an elder Taoist with an air of venerable grace holding an ancient dust whisk, embodying the typical image of a Taoist adept.