The confrontation outside the Eternal Pagoda had drawn the eyes of nearly the entire Great Thousand World. Every superpower had expressed interest, openly or behind the scenes.
If the two great clans went to war, hundreds or even thousands of continents would inevitably be swept up in the conflict, leaving countless lives in ruins.
At this moment, Eternal City was deserted everywhere except around the Eternal Pagoda.
The various factions had wisely withdrawn beyond the city, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.
As the highest leaders of their respective sides, Qing Yanjing and Mohe Tian were both Saint Grade powerhouses. In the past, they had even shared an awkward and laughable engagement.
They could hardly stand the sight of each other. There was no exchange between them, and no chance of reconciliation.
The two top superpowers were both tacitly waiting for that person to emerge.
Another half a month passed.
"Rumble!"
The long-sealed gates of the Eternal Pagoda swung wide, and the patter of footsteps rang out.
Nearly every living being felt their spirits lift and turned to look in unison.
A richly dressed man, handsome and refined, with a face as fair as jade, strode out.
He was tall and slender, his skin shimmering with a faint luster, smooth and warm as jade.
Behind his head appeared an ancient, sacred Glazed Halo, like a Great Sun hanging high in the sky.
It was filled with dense Immortal Power, everlasting and undying through the ages.
A closer look revealed that this young man bore some resemblance to Qing Yanjing, the current Great Elder of the Buddha Ancient Clan. Both were peerlessly handsome, and he was most likely her blood descendant.
The Futu Young Master, Mu Chen!
"Hmm, the city's certainly lively after half a year away."
"Everyone,