Xu Qing gently composed himself, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds and mist toward the towering Ephemeral Pavilion.
The pavilion was like a magnificent celestial palace in an immortal realm, rising tier upon tier, with a total of eight floors. Every level appeared solemn and mysterious.
As though it carried endless ages and legends.
The building was enormous, like a palace floating above the clouds, exuding an air of supremacy over the world.
Xu Qing stepped inside and saw that the main hall was as spacious as a plaza, large enough to accommodate a thousand people.
Several hundred people were already seated in the vast hall. Some spoke in low voices, while others rested with their eyes closed, each immersed in their own world.
When Xu Qing appeared at the entrance, nearly everyone in the hall merely gave him a cursory glance before losing interest.
Within the Ephemeral Pavilion, the status of a mid-level Saint Venerable did not seem enough to cause much of a stir.
However, when they noticed the initial-level Saint Venerable Rank servant closely following behind Xu Qing, they could not help giving him another look.
After all, having a Saint Venerable Rank servant in attendance was enough to show that Xu Qing's status was far from ordinary.
Xu Qing looked around and saw High-level Saint Venerables everywhere, with no fewer than thirty of them.
Initial-level and mid-level Saint Venerables were even more numerous, scattered like stars.
He crossed the hall and sat down in an unoccupied corner. Just as he was about to ask one of the attendants about something—
At that moment, a faint series of footsteps cut through the hall's noise, instantly silencing everyone.
Xu Qing looked up.
A group of people slowly entered the Ephemeral Pavilion.
The man in front had skin