Leaving the Chosen Secret Realm!

The combat prowess Li Qingshan displayed had already far surpassed the scope of an early-stage Golden Immortal.

He had sent Dark Star, a late-stage Golden Immortal, flying with a single punch and destroyed the Heaven-Hunting Pavilion's deputy pavilion master's Immortal Lord avatar with a few sword strikes.

Strength like that could never be explained merely by obtaining a few treasures.

Could he have already obtained the Chosen Immortal King's inheritance?

Had the Chosen One, an existence unseen in three million years, finally emerged today?

Yun Yi stood at the front of the crowd. The immortal radiance of his Immaculate Immortal Body had already faded, and a rare trace of complex emotion appeared on his perpetually calm face.

He looked at the Myriad Dao Immortal Sword in Li Qingshan's hand, then at the lingering sword marks on Dark Star's remains. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Li."

His voice remained gentle, but it carried more solemnity than usual. "I have a question, though I'm not sure whether I should ask."

Li Qingshan turned, his gaze settling on Yun Yi.

"Please go ahead, Fellow Daoist Yun."

Yun Yi looked straight into his eyes and asked, enunciating every word, "Have you already obtained the Chosen Immortal King's inheritance?"

The instant those words left his mouth, the entire Returning Ruins Wasteland fell silent.

The gazes of hundreds of prodigies converged on Li Qingshan in unison.

Xiao Yuntian's fingers tightened around his sword, Mo Wuhen's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and Yan Wushuang and Shui Qingyin held their breath at the same time.

Everyone was waiting for an answer.

Li Qingshan gave a bitter smile.

That smile held just the right measure of regret and helplessness.

"You think too highly of me, Fellow Daoist Yun."

He shook his head, his tone frank