From the deck of the warship, Qing Lan gazed down at the continent before her, her eyes flickering faintly. She had only just arrived, yet she could already sense the auras of many Supremes.
Dao Marks condensed into divine patterns in the void, containing unimaginable power that supported the entire continent. A layer of light enveloped the sky above, auspicious colors flowing across its surface.
The young elites aboard the warship had never seen such a marvelous sight and couldn't help but marvel. Ying Qianqiu, however, was unmoved. He stood quietly beside Qing Lan, his expression calm. As a former Supreme, his perspective had long since surpassed that of ordinary beings.
"At the last Ten Thousand Dynasties' Young Elites Tournament, the Purple Pole Empire hosted it in the Purple Pole Grotto-Heaven. My cultivation was insufficient, but I still went along with a few elders to watch. That day, the Purple Pole Emperor personally acted, conjuring a blessed land from thin air in less than half an hour. The spectacle was far grander than this. That was true creation by heaven and earth."
Not far away, Mu Yunji was chatting and laughing with several young elites.
Though Mu Yunji had shown no outward sign of anything amiss along the way, Qing Lan had still noticed a few oddities. On the day they set out, the Inverse Feather Heavenly Wheel had definitely encountered some trouble that couldn't be revealed to outsiders.
Qing Lan didn't ask about it. Mu Yunji's deliberate attempts to cover it up had already given her a few clues.
A moment later, a figure appeared in front of the warship. He was around forty, with a long beard and a cyan official robe. A black gauze cap sat on his head, and righteous energy coiled around him. His every