Opportunity and Fortune Belonged to the Worthy

The central gates of Chao Na Temporary Palace crashed open!

In her black dress, Li Lieyue was as dark as night, her skin all the more fair against it, her beauty radiant and her bearing captivating. The runes between her brows glimmered and flowed, adding a touch of allure. As her sleeves fluttered, she raised a hand and beckoned. Pei Ling, who had been suspended in midair, appeared at her side. The two stood beneath the palace plaque, their expressions equally stern.

At that moment, the cultivator from the Liulan Dynasty took a single step and appeared on the deck from the balcony. A seal-shaped magical treasure floated at his side, following close behind. His imposing, radiant presence was like a miniature sun, shining in every direction.

The Corpse Peng spread its wings for hundreds of zhang, blotting out a corner of the sky. On its back stood the Young Sect Master of the Innate Religion, dressed in white as pristine as snow, his forehead ring gleaming. His gaze flickered as he surveyed the scene.

With a gentle sweep of her wide sleeves, the Heavenly Maiden of Suzhen Heaven shielded Qiao Ciguang and Ruan Zhi behind her. Framed by her dazzling floral-branch treasure, the Heavenly Maiden's bright eyes swept over the scene, her expression calm and lofty.

The most unadorned of them all was a sword cultivator in blue robes. He had long, striking brows, bright eyes, and a handsome, resolute face. His back was straight as a pine, and he wore no ornaments at all—only a bamboo crown and straw sandals. He stood on empty air, a similarly plain long sword dancing nimbly beside him like a fish gliding through water or a crane at ease.

The five faced off across the air. None of them made another move.