Crushing the Same Generation!

A thousand years passed in the snap of a finger.

The Three Extremes Dao Convention opened as scheduled.

This was the grandest gathering of the Three Extremes Domain's younger generation. Those gathered here were all Spirit Transformation prodigies under three thousand years old, monstrous talents emerging one after another.

Below the platform, the Sea of Clouds churned, studded in scattered rays of Myriad Daos rosy light, a scene of myriad majesty.

Above the dao platform, amid the clouds, floating jade couches were arranged in staggered ranks.

Figure after figure sat there in silence, their Dao Rhymes dense and heavy as mountains, their auras unfathomable.

They said nothing to one another, yet an invisible pressure spread of its own accord—these were all Dharma Lords of the Three Great Immortal Mansions.

On a jade couch to the left, Dharma Lord Nan Qingxuan swept his gaze over the assembled prodigies below, his voice warm and gentle:

"The Three Extremes Dao Convention begins today. Fellow Daoists, behold them—this generation's splendor surpasses even the last. In every age, rivers and mountains bring forth talented people; truly, the saying does not deceive me."

To the right, Dharma Lord Yan Xuan of the Northern Pole Immortal Mansion gave a faint nod. Crimson Firelight rippled slightly around him, and his tone carried a trace of reserved pride:

"Fellow Daoist Qingxuan speaks rightly."

"In this session, my Northern Pole does indeed have several worthy of being shaped. Especially my personal disciple—Liu Chengyu—is the most outstanding of them."

With some pride, he recounted his disciple's past battle achievements.

Hearing this, the Dharma Lords of the various sides either nodded in approval or fell silent in thought.

Some murmured comments on Liu Chengyu's past feats, while others secretly pondered whether their own disciples could contend with him.

Above the clouds, the