The vast Shi Hu Immortal City showed no obvious signs of change.
No one noticed.
Every Golden Core Cultivator within the Immortal City had already become a Wood Seed Puppet.
Even Shi Hu Master hadn't discovered anything amiss.
'This Wood Seed Technique is truly useful, but I absolutely cannot let anyone find out about it. Otherwise, my fate will be no better than Mo Qingkuang's from ten thousand years ago.'
Li Chang'an was extremely cautious.
He knew full well.
If anyone found out he possessed such a bizarre Magic,
he feared the Golden Core Masters of both the Southern and Western Domains would call a temporary truce, join forces to attack Changqing Mountain, and eliminate him first.
He would be besieged by countless influences, just as Mo Qingkuang had been ten thousand years ago.
Simply because no one wanted their loved ones, children, or friends to be turned into puppets.
'Perhaps even Nascent Soul True Monarchs would intervene.'
