When Ye Xiwen appeared again, he was already standing before Battle Venerable's residence in the Creation Divine Capital. Battle Venerable had been waiting there for quite some time.
"Sorry, I'm late," Ye Xiwen said faintly.
"No matter," Battle Venerable said. "I already know why you have come. Now that I see your injuries have recovered, it seems there should be no serious problem!"
"For that, I must thank you for the Nine Extremities Divine Water you sent before. Otherwise, I could not have recovered so quickly!"
Ye Xiwen said.
"So long as it was useful. Come with me!" Battle Venerable said. "The Creation Pavilion lies in the deepest part of the Creation Divine Capital. It was once where Creation Heavenly Lord secluded himself to cultivate, which is why that wisp of Creation Heavenly Lord's Primordial Spirit remains there!"
As Battle Venerable spoke, he led Ye Xiwen into the depths of the Creation Divine Capital. Both were Celestial Venerables, so naturally they could go wherever they pleased.
Before long, they arrived before an enormous palace. The plaque above its gates bore three words: Creation Pavilion.
The three characters danced like dragons and soared like phoenixes, their strokes vigorous and forceful, as though they might burst through the plaque and fly away. Merely looking at them, one could seemingly see the figure of a peerless powerhouse standing tall beneath the heavens.
If a cultivator below the Celestial Venerable realm saw these three words, they would likely be drawn in and unable to break free.
These three words also contained the aura of the Great Dao. Though one could comprehend the Dao from them, the Daos contained within were simply too numerous. Even an Emperor would only sink into them, then begin to doubt their own Dao. For a cultivator, that was tantamount