The Immortal Emperor's power had surpassed everyone's expectations, and it also made the Bo Ling Cui Family abandon the thought of sending quasi-Emperor cultivators.
Looking at the Cui-surnamed man below, his face full of disbelief, Lu Mingyu smiled faintly before vanishing from where he stood.
Endless Sea.
Chen Changsheng was seated amid the clouds, drinking tea with a young man.
This young man was Dream, the true ruler of the Pill Epoch.
"The Divine Beast lineage has approached Nalan Zi Ping. It seems they have set their sights on both you and me."
Hearing Dream's reply, Chen Changsheng smacked his lips. "That is perfectly normal. They have an almost obsessive love for Immortal Destiny."
"Everyone knows about the Great Dream Immortal Art in your hands. If they do not come looking for trouble with you, whose trouble could they possibly seek?"
Dream smiled faintly. "Do you think they can kill me?"
"Killing you may be beyond them, but there is still some chance they could make you hand over the Great Dream Immortal Art."
"That is rather looking down on me. How are they worthy of being my opponents?"
Disdain seeped through Dream's voice. Chen Changsheng smiled. "Your strength is certainly unmatched, but can you see through their Trump Cards?"
"The Chang Sheng Epoch has been away for many years. To put it bluntly, they have spent all these years outside robbing and plundering."
"They have offended so many people and so many factions, yet returned safe and sound. I do not think they are a pack of brainless fools."
"But what is interesting is that the strength they have displayed now completely fails to match their actions."
"Where do you think the problem lies?"
Looking at Chen Changsheng before him, Dream lifted his teacup. "The only explanation is,