A Gathering

Jiang Yun's arrival set many people on edge. Plenty watched him in silence, but one person was especially brazen.

A figure appeared atop a distant peak, divine light blazing around him. Nine True Dragons, nine Divine Fenghuangs, nine White Tigers, and nine Black Tortoises surrounded him.

They shone brilliantly, forming the Four Symbols as they circled him in a dazzling display.

"The Northern Emperor has appeared. Several Great Abilities under the Eastern Venerable have died. I wonder if he can stand against him now."

"They're both cultivating here. Sooner or later, they're bound to clash."

Very few of Qishi Mansion's prodigies had reached the Immortal Platform. Every move they made drew attention, and the sight of these two staring at each other across the distance naturally stirred everyone's interest.

"That's Wang Teng!" Ye Fan looked toward the distant figure, his expression grave. He was still far from being Wang Teng's match.

"His whole family is arrogant. He's only at Immortal One, yet he dares call himself an emperor. And that little brat Wang Chong makes the Golden-Winged Little Peng King look humble and Xia Jiuyou look gentle and virtuous."

Big Black Dog couldn't stand that family and couldn't help complaining. Even Great Emperor Wushi had never been that arrogant.

Jiang Yun said, "Ignore them. Some people simply don't know their place."

He glanced calmly into the distance, and the figure slowly faded away.

If Jiang Yun hadn't destroyed a clan and a sect, Wang Teng would have challenged him outright. After that incident, though, he feared Jiang Yun wouldn't fight fair.

Elder Jin led the group onward through Qishi Mansion. Along the way, they saw not only the beauty of the sacred land's Ancestral Vein but other extraordinary sights as well.

They passed saintesses from the Eastern Wilderness, many stunning