Such fortune, such blessings—wasn't this treatment reserved only for the children of the Heavenly Dao, the sons of heaven?
"Stop asking so many questions. Lead the way. We're going to Tongtian Pavilion."
Ye Lin shoved Murong Hanxuan aside and strode ahead. He was puzzled as well; there had to be some reason behind this.
But when Ye Lin glanced back at Murong Hanxuan, who was trotting after him like an eager little puppy, he could not help feeling helpless. He had clearly been the cold and aloof type earlier—how had he suddenly turned into a bootlicker?
The change had come so fast that Ye Lin had not even had time to react.
"Tongtian Pavilion is a million li from here."
As Murong Hanxuan raised a hand and pointed, Ye Lin grabbed him by the shoulder and vanished from the spot in an instant.
His current speed was no longer something Murong Hanxuan could compare to.
A distance of a million li took only ten minutes to cross. His speed had reached an utterly terrifying level.
Once one stepped into the True Immortal realm, distance was no longer an obstacle. Wherever one's thoughts reached, one could arrive.
"So this is Tongtian Pavilion?"
Ye Lin raised his head and looked at the phantom image in the sky.
A long staircase descended from the heavens, and at its end, pavilions flickered in and out of sight, like an immortal palace in the sky.
The surrounding area was packed with cultivators from all over, while an unceasing stream of more cultivators rushed toward this place at astonishing speed.
"Those under a thousand years old who have entered the Immortal Realm may remain. Everyone else may leave on your own."
As a dignified voice rang out, countless cultivators around them shook their heads helplessly and