The Imperial Stream Court and Chang Sheng Tian were not the only ones coveting the Treasure Gathering Pavilion. From major powers to small families, anyone could see the enormous potential contained within it.
But not every faction could spare the manpower. The Southern Yue Fire Worship Cult, for instance, was mired in internal strife and could not draw anyone away, so it could only send two Foundation Establishment cultivators outside to gather information. As for the Dragon Poem Twelve Tribes of the Western Desert, they were still locked in endless conflict with one another and could only watch helplessly as the Treasure Gathering Pavilion rode the tide of the times.
Nor did everyone see only a vague outline through the fog. When Dragon Locking True Person saw products such as the "Thunder Cut Flying Knife" and "Thunder Heart Blood," he felt both fortunate that he had not rashly stepped into the vortex and caught in an indescribable knot of emotions.
But even before Dragon Locking True Person, there had been someone who knew the Treasure Gathering Pavilion Master's identity before anyone else.
City of Evernight, Qi Kingdom's imperial palace, Longevity Hall.
The sun blazed outside, and the hall's doors and windows were tightly shut. Yet it was not dim inside. A skylight directly above, together with more than forty-nine refracting mirrors, gently focused the sunlight onto the spacious imperial throne, creating a scene like a heavenly waterfall and river of light, as though Heaven's mandate had gathered there. Even a beggar sitting on it would be filled with holiness and majesty. It was clear how ingenious the craftsmen who had built the palace a hundred years ago had been—and how deeply they revered their emperor.
Only if one sincerely regarded the other party as a god could one create a