Thus it had grown into what it was today, becoming one of the foremost powers in the Star River Cosmos.
It commanded countless powerful experts as well, and could not be underestimated.
After traveling for half an hour, the three finally reached their destination. It was a continent where the star river flowed in reverse, and at its very center floated an incomparably magnificent palace.
Three grand characters were inscribed above the palace gates, their strokes dancing like dragons and phoenixes: Void Palace.
Before Hong Batian and the other two even arrived, the gates of Void Palace slowly opened, revealing an aura profound and mysterious beyond measure.
The surrounding space was destroyed and restored again and again, cycling without end—having a beginning, yet also an end.
A mere wisp of aura was enough to carry an absolute, terrifying horror.
Gradually, that aura slowly subsided, becoming ordinary from then on.
"Third Young Master, it seems the Clan Chief has been waiting for quite some time. Please."
Wan Cang bowed to Hong Batian, who merely nodded and entered Void Palace with the old man behind him.
Only after Hong Batian's figure had completely vanished beyond the gates of Void Palace did Wan Cang's ever-smiling face finally turn utterly gloomy.
He was a mighty Taiyi Xuan Immortal, an existence standing at the pinnacle of the entire Star River Cosmos. Whichever race or faction he visited, who would not treat him with the utmost courtesy?
Yet here, he was being ordered about like a dog, unable to voice even the slightest grievance from beginning to end—all for the sake of a mere ant at the Heavenly Immortal realm.
"Humph."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. With a sweep of his sleeve, he turned and left. Out of sight, out of