A Grand Gathering

Palaces stretched in clusters. In the spirit pools along both sides of the roads, golden Flood Dragons swam beneath silvery-white duckweed, while fiery-red dragon carp leaped. These creatures, once exotic beings with powerful bloodlines, had now become part of the scenery.

People passed through numerous buildings and approached the central giant palace.

"What rotten luck. I was only equivalent to 0.7 Qingya. That's utterly humiliating, and it was displayed right in front of my Junior Sister. I've completely lost face."

Along the way, many people talked as they walked.

"The worst part was that Qingya stood there without leaving, sitting there to watch everyone's performance. He started out with a stiff face, then ended with a faint smile. It really felt like he was mocking us."

A group of True Immortals, all regarded as geniuses, had been thoroughly slapped in the face this time. The legendary mega-influencer—Qingya—had nearly driven them to death by competition. His cultivation was formidable, far beyond everyone's expectations.

Of course, they had also learned that Qingya had gone mad with cultivation over the past half year. He had even declared that whoever used him as a unit of measurement, he would work hard to turn them into an "incomplete body."

At present, he had been very successful. His cultivation had improved extraordinarily visibly over the past few months, and most geniuses had been driven below 0.8 by him.

At this moment, those discussing the matter noticed that the super-famous internet crow had walked over. He had finally left the stone wall, chin raised, casting aside the low profile he had maintained lately. From now on, he would no longer be the embarrassed one.

When they neared the central giant palace, they stopped while still some distance away. Everyone was led into one palace after another lining