Within the Heavenly Dao Alliance, heroes and geniuses from countless realms gathered. Incarnations of the Heavenly Dao, rare across the vast universe, numbered more than ten.
Yet Lu Chenfeng had never heard of monsters like Shi Lan and Qing Lan. No wonder the Heavenly Dao Alliance had never managed to set foot in the Divine Martial Great World; this realm's foundations ran too deep.
On the blood-crystal dais, Qing Lan wore an imperial robe of deep blue embroidered with gold. She bowed her head and accepted from Blood God Kong the token symbolizing her position as divine son of the Blood God Hall.
It was a short sword no more than three inches long, sheathed in jade threaded with crimson veins.
The short sword was connected to the supreme treasure suppressing the Blood God Hall. With it protecting her, no one within the Supreme domain could harm Qing Lan. Even a newly ascended tenth-tier powerhouse would find it difficult to take her life.
That was why so few divine sons of the Blood God Hall had ever died unnatural deaths.
Below the dais, Mo Lingshu watched with a grave expression. Qing Lan's cultivation might not be particularly formidable, but her innate spiritual senses gave him an intense feeling of threat. She surely had some unknown trump card in hand.
"Junior Sister, Qing Lan is not to be underestimated."
After watching for a moment, Mo Lingshu looked away and turned to Shi Lan. His expression was solemn.
"She's no easy opponent. Someday, she may become your greatest enemy."
Shi Lan listened and gave a noncommittal nod. Her gaze swept idly over the gathered forces attending the ceremony, then suddenly paused.
At a distant viewing platform, Buddhist light spread all around. Bodhisattvas encircled a lotus dais, where an arhat in golden robes