Upon ascending the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Pavilion, one felt as though one had entered a sea of clouds and mist—a paradise on earth.
The moment Ye Xiwen stepped onto the stone stairs of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Pavilion, he felt the vital energy beneath his feet being drawn by an inscrutable force, accelerating toward his body. The spiritual energy was exceedingly dense, yet strangely, it had not liquefied or solidified. Its mysteries were too numerous to recount.
But Ye Xiwen believed it. This truly was a sacred ground for cultivation, though the cost was likely just as that person had said—not something ordinary people could afford.
However, to Ye Xiwen, it was nothing much.
When he truly entered the main hall of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Pavilion, it resembled an inn. Powerful experts sat in twos and threes throughout the corners of the hall. The fragrance of fine wine filled the air, mixed with the scents of all kinds of delicacies that stirred one's taste buds.
The aromas of these foods contained all kinds of Treasure Qi, whetting one's appetite and unconsciously speeding up the circulation of one's cultivation.
Ye Xiwen found a corner to sit down in. He ordered a pot of Immortal wine worth over a hundred God Source, along with delicacies ranging from dozens to over a hundred God Source, and began to eat slowly.
Quietly awaiting the time of his duel with Immortal Yuan Miao, he casually swept his gaze around. Indeed, those gathered here were all experts above the realm of gods. If a demigod ate one meal here, they would truly go bankrupt on the spot.
They would not even dare linger for long. Even the serving attendants possessed cultivation above the