Wang Xuan pondered. If he went beneath the Supernatural Source now, would that giant who ignored all the Saints speak with him? He might even invite him for a cup of tea.
Of course, he had no intention of exposing himself or approaching the other party.
He was the only Supernatural Practitioner of later generations to set foot in the True King realm. Such an achievement carried extraordinary significance; if word got out, it would definitely shake the 6 Great Supernatural Sources.
For now, he was in no hurry at all. He sat back coldly and watched the storms rise at the True King level. It would naturally be best if he could remain outside it all.
For the time being, he did not cause trouble, but that did not mean he feared it. If he did not move, so be it—but once he did, there might be a terrifying bloody battle between True Kings.
Wang Xuan leisurely wandered through every corner of the New Mythological World. No one knew that a True King was traveling among them. He took in magnificent mountains and rivers, gazed upon wondrous sights, and entered famous cities whose nightscapes stirred the heart.
He was screening things for Miao Gu and Li Lin, considering which Dao Authority suited them. He had even looked towards No. 3 Source, where there were still several gourds.
As Wang Xuan drifted with the crowd through a brightly lit sleepless city, releasing paper lanterns with countless others onto the Flowing Rosy Clouds River that ran through the city, Shou sent him a message.
"Junior Brother, where are you? That high-level gathering among Supreme Beings I mentioned to you before will be held soon. Of course, you don't have to come. But if you enjoy lively occasions, you can come take