The moment Zhang Yang spoke, the cultivators of the Cloud Mountain Empire immediately revealed eager looks.
With spiritual treasures carpeting the mountains and plains, if they could obtain even a little, the Great Dao would be within reach.
Everyone turned their eyes toward Emperor Li Canglan, hoping he would agree at once.
Though they yearned for it inwardly, they also understood clearly that acting rashly would inevitably offend the Emperor.
In the current Cloud Mountain Empire, even if the Emperor were a mortal, no one dared offend him.
How many powerful figures were there within the imperial family?
And how many powerful figures did the court keep under its wing?
Besides, this was Bright Yang Mountain.
From his own understanding and the yearning looks in his subordinates' eyes, the Emperor had already realized just how precious the spiritual treasures of Bright Yang Mountain were.
He also knew very well that this opportunity would certainly be a tremendous one for the Cloud Mountain Empire.
However, the matters the Emperor considered were not limited to that alone.
He drew a deep breath and turned to look at Cangwu. "Could it be that our Cloud Mountain Empire has done something wrong and disappointed Great God Cangwu?"
Otherwise, why would Bright Yang Mountain move away?
Cangwu smiled helplessly. "Does Your Majesty know that three thousand years ago, I had already reached the pinnacle of the Immortal Cultivation Realm?
If it were only myself, I could remain on Bright Yang Mountain.
After all, I am already deeply familiar with your Cloud Mountain Empire. You have satisfied me greatly, and I would be happy to stay here.
But after three thousand years, countless fellow Daoists of Bright Yang Mountain are already on the verge of breaking through the limits of the Immortal Cultivation Realm.
One could