Li Qingyun returned to a wave of overwhelming acclaim, and the Eternal Supreme Beings and representatives of various surname factions who came to call upon him were endlessly continuous.
His Cloud Palace became the most popular place throughout the entire Cosmos Legion.
He smiled to greet his guests and raised his cup to see them off. With guests coming and going, he forged no small amount of tacit understanding with quite a few factions overnight.
All factions were gambling that he would likely shine brilliantly in the Eternal political arena in the future, wanting to build a connection in advance to reap astonishingly huge returns from a small investment.
Moreover, because the Xia clan was clearly suppressing Shang Yun, the factions' actual investment was virtually nonexistent; they simply wanted to show their faces, and kind words cost nothing.
And how could Li Qingyun not be borrowing the strength of the various surnames to gather the fortune of this Eternal Myriad Universes?
They were all foxes of ten thousand years, so who wasn't scheming against whom!
Once the bustle faded away, Li Qingyun sat alone before the jade desk, holding his cup with a sense of sudden realization.
He vaguely sensed that his Turbid Dao clone, still concealed within the turbid qi fierce grounds of the Ninety-ninth Sequence Chain, was now in the peak profound state of peering into and comprehending the Cosmic Turbid Demon Art because his true body's native Dao had stepped into the Eternal Life Realm.
There was great hope of peering through the subsequent tenth layer of the art!
He also secretly glanced at the Black Witch Book. After he successively beheaded Kane and Sachi, the book devoured their remnant souls and absorbed their quite profound sorcery knowledge, elevating its foundation and background by a notch compared