Peace Is Precious (Monthly Ticket Request)

Emperor's might surged boundlessly, shaking the ages and dazzling the present.

Five colors blazed brilliantly, as if immortal, as if divine.

This had originally been the most important place in the Immortal Mansion World, the Great Emperor's burial ground everyone yearned for most.

Yet when one expert after another climbed up here, they were all dumbfounded.

Where was the treasure?

I'm asking you, where was the treasure?!

The old skin had ridden the devil canopy away, leaving only lingering imperial might behind.

The place was utterly empty. Nothing in sight could be called a treasure; there was only hazy immortal radiance and endlessly drifting currents of Chaos.

Well, if one had to say it, those currents of Chaos counted as treasures too.

Qin Sheng inwardly cried that he had been careless and had not taken away this Chaos qi as well. But time had been pressing just now, and he had not had any spare time to waste.

Everyone was exploring the Immortal Mansion together, so he would leave this Chaos qi for the others.

Eastern Immortal was kind.

"Who was the first to arrive here?" the Great Xia Emperor asked coldly.

"The imperial qi here has remained undying through all ages. It must have been emitted by a supreme treasure. It absolutely could not have looked like this before. Who took the treasure away?"

The Immortal Emperor Skin had remained here for too long and had been thoroughly steeped in the place. Even though the skin had been taken away, that supreme imperial might could not dissipate in such a short time.

"Amitabha. This humble monk was the first to reach this place," the divine monk from the Western Desert said, chanting a Buddhist invocation.

"But when I arrived, it was already like this. Those who have left the