The guardian of the Creation Martial Pavilion had already confirmed Ye Xiwen's identity, yet the figure never appeared from beginning to end. Ye Xiwen tried to locate it with his divine sense, but still found no trace whatsoever.
However, Ye Xiwen soon gave up. This was the Creation Martial Pavilion, the martial arts holy land of the entire Creation God Dynasty. How could it possibly lack powerful guardians?
Suddenly, a burst of Dao music drifted over from afar, while Dao Flowers rained down from the heavens. A lavish carriage came flying through the sky, its entire body resembling a magnificent palace.
Within Ye Xiwen's line of sight, countless celestial maidens danced gracefully inside that resplendent palace, while innumerable strongmen accompanied it, as though serving some supreme existence.
Yet he did not pay it much attention. Among Emperor Lords were those who lived like ascetics, and those who indulged in extravagance beyond all limits. There was no right or wrong in it. The path of an Emperor Lord was forged by oneself; those who could reach this step had no right or wrong, only different paths.
An Emperor Lord naturally possessed an Emperor Lord's majesty!
But though Ye Xiwen had no intention of provoking him, someone flew out from atop that carriage-palace and headed straight toward Ye Xiwen.
It was a woman with an otherworldly bearing, dressed in splendid palace robes. Her figure was graceful and her features exquisite, but her face carried a trace of arrogance.
"You are Martial Emperor Ye Xiwen?" the woman asked.
Ye Xiwen's brows furrowed slightly, displeasure stirring within him. With a single glance, he saw through her cultivation: she was merely at the God King realm. It would have been one thing if she did not perform a grand salute before him, but she even