The Princess Arrives!

Thud!

With that soft sound, the entire Dragon Gate stone platform, along with the towering Dragon Palace below, trembled violently as his foot came down.

Under the dead-silent gaze of the entire crowd, Chen Changqing walked beneath the raised platform.

He lifted his head, his calm gaze meeting Patriarch Long Gan's.

Then he slowly opened his palm, revealing a jade pendant shimmering with flowing light, dragons and phoenixes entwined around it.

The Immortal Artifact, the "Dragon-Phoenix Auspicious Pendant," lay quietly in his palm.

"Patriarch Long Gan!" Chen Changqing spoke, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching every ear.

"I wonder whether this work of mine meets the requirements?"

"Does this junior count as having passed?"

The moment his words fell—

It was as if someone had pressed pause on the entire world.

Every expression froze completely at that instant.

On the raised platform, a dragon elder absentmindedly stroked his beard. He used too much force and yanked out a small tuft, making the corners of his mouth twitch in pain—yet he did not notice at all.

In Area Eight, the young man surnamed Chu, whose face had only just regained a trace of color, went deathly pale again. His mouth hung open, a rasping "heh-heh" emerging from his throat like a fish thrown onto shore.

At the edge of the stone platform, every last one of the countless Prodigy Monsters stood petrified on the spot.

Passed?

You were asking whether this counted as passing?

Right in front of all of us, you used mortal iron as a foundation and forged an Immortal Artifact on the spot!

You summoned the legendary nine-colored Immortal Artifact tribulation, something said to appear only in tales!

You treated the tribulation like iron to hammer and the laws of the Heavenly Dao like firewood to burn!