All the Celestial Venerables began talking over one another. Before anyone realized it, Ye Xiwen had already become the core of the group, the leader of their opinions. Though he was still a rising star and had attained the Dao barely over ten thousand years ago, in many people's eyes, that no longer meant much.
If Ye Xiwen had merely cultivated quickly and possessed great strength, it would not have come to this. But time and again, Ye Xiwen had accomplished earth-shaking feats. First, together with the Central Celestial Venerable, he had wiped out the Geng Metal Era, making the Creation God Dynasty even stronger. They had benefited greatly from it as well.
Then there was his discovery of this grand formation, which had allowed them to escape disaster and avoid having their entire army wiped out. It could be said that although he had attained the Dao only recently, many people owed him favors, and countless people owed him their lives.
And when everyone else had been utterly pessimistic, only he could think of possibilities that no one else had considered. All of this had seemingly made everyone accustomed to his presence, accustomed to accepting his opinions.
This change was tremendously beneficial to Ye Xiwen, because it could greatly compensate for his lack of seniority.
For the other contenders vying for the position of Eastern Heavenly Lord, however, it was no good thing.
Originally, Ye Xiwen could only have been considered at the bottom among the many contenders. Whether in seniority, strength, or achievements, he had ranked last. Yet in such a short time, Ye Xiwen had completely reversed the situation. He had rendered immortal service and saved who knew how many people.
His strength had also surged dramatically. The fact that he could escape from the Moon City