As the clan land of the Phoenix Clan—the rulers of countless avian races among the spirit beasts of the Great Thousand World's Ling Realm—Mountain Sea Continent enjoyed an immense reputation throughout the Great Thousand World.
At the center of the continent, amid a million mountains, clouds and mist curled, immortal birds flew, and splendid palaces appeared and vanished among the peaks. All manner of clear, melodious cries echoed between heaven and earth, making this place seem as otherworldly and refined as a realm of immortals.
At the heart of the mountains stood a majestic great hall. On stone seats deep within the hall, one figure after another sat cross-legged. Everyone stared unblinkingly at the contest between two Heavenly Sovereign experts inside the hall.
Among those watching, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly a young girl in a seven-colored dress.
The girl was slender, her cheeks slightly thin. Her perfect oval face, matched with a pair of amethyst-brown jewel-like eyes, made that delicate figure look as beautiful and holy as an empire princess, exuding an air of nobility that was impossible to hide.
Yet hidden beneath that nobility was a cold indifference that kept others a thousand miles away, and it was precisely that coldness that drove many of the young talents in the hall mad with longing.
"Qing'er."
A voice as smooth and round as jade beads rang out softly, instantly shattering the girl's frozen expression. The speaker was a middle-aged beauty seated upon the main seat, her bearing graceful yet awe-inspiring and inviolable.
The moving figure in the fluttering colored dress hurriedly turned around, revealing a warm smile. "My King."
"Qing'er, as a prodigy who broke through the shackles of a lower plane, you have only officially descended into our clan for a little over two years, yet you have