The Martial Venerable Hall in the Creation Divine Capital had only just been completed. No disciples had arrived yet; this place was simply far too distant from Mount Buzhou of the human race.
Ye Xiwen had merely enlightened some flowers, grasses, trees, and animals to serve as attendant disciples. With his cultivation, enlightening such flora and fauna was naturally no problem, and these living beings were innately far superior to ordinary people.
No sooner had Ye Xiwen settled into the Martial Venerable Hall than the benefit Battle Venerable had mentioned arrived at his door as promised.
The visitor was a Peak Quasi-Emperor, a middle-aged man with four arms and crimson scales growing across the surface of his hands, feet, and body.
"Red Scale Race, Red Scale Emperor, pays respects to Lord Martial Venerable!"
Upon arriving, the middle-aged man first performed a deeply respectful salute. He knew that the gap between an Emperor Lord and a Celestial Venerable was as vast as heaven and earth.
No matter how proud he was, he did not dare act arrogantly before the man in front of him. Moreover, he knew that this was someone who, as a Peak Emperor Lord, had once slain a Celestial Venerable.
He had accomplished such a feat as a Peak Emperor Lord. Now that he had stepped into the Celestial Venerable realm, his strength was even more unfathomable. No matter what, he was not someone the Red Scale Emperor could afford to offend.
"Rise. Why has the Red Scale Emperor come?" Ye Xiwen asked.
The moment the middle-aged man announced his identity, Ye Xiwen had already deduced a great deal of information through the Heavenly Dao.
The Red Scale Race was also a rather powerful race in the Southern Region.
It had once ranked among the Ten Great Clans