The Grand Gathering Ends

Sure enough, the man in golden robes had come for Qin Ming and was already drawing near.

There were quite a few people gathered here. Renowned veteran Great Sages from the densely packed Supreme Dao Fields, as well as unfamiliar faces from deeper within the Night Mist World, had proactively stepped forward to befriend the youngest Ancestor, surrounding the area so tightly that not even water could seep through.

Holding a Night-Glow Cup, Qin Ming clinked glasses with these Great Sages from top-tier Dao Fields from time to time, chatting with them warmly.

The man in golden robes gently swirled the silver liquor in his translucent jade cup. He was in no hurry, standing calmly some distance away and drinking alone.

His identity was extraordinary, and before long, several people approached him and surrounded him as well.

Qin Ming had been watching this man without revealing anything. Ever since learning that the golden-robed man came from a mysterious lineage, he had taken him seriously.

Even when he had fought Jiang Xiyi and gained the upper hand, he had still deliberately displayed Longevity Force at the final moment, sending dense golden threads piercing through the sky.

Naturally, Qin Ming had exposed it deliberately in order to observe the other party's reaction.

As the youngest Ancestor, many of Great Sage Zheng Guang's past deeds had been unearthed. Even if he wished to conceal them, he could not.

Many people believed that he had cultivated Longevity Force.

This could be traced back more than a decade.

From Meng Zhiyu to some of his opponents, all had experienced it firsthand.

Qin Ming's deliberate "detonation" today was meant to see exactly what attitude the Longevity Lineage held toward him.

Before coming to Myriad Gods Mountain, why had he asked Zhou Tian, Si Yeli, and the