Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Within the Divine City, a dense sea of people filled the vast space.
Countless people craned their necks, waiting for the Heavenly Emperor to appear.
An Immortal expounding the Dao was an opportunity unseen through the ages, an unparalleled stroke of fortune.
During those three days, many great clans and sects of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had also come bearing gifts.
Divine Pills, Medicine Kings, Immortal Materials, Ancient Scriptures, and more—they had brought them to congratulate Meng Chuan on attaining the Immortal Dao and becoming eternally Undying.
Meng Chuan had received them personally, declined every gift, and expressed his thanks.
Those things were of no use to him or the emperors, but to the great clans and sects, they were treasures rarely seen.
Though disappointed, the clans and sects had not pressed their gifts upon him.
How would they dare?
Still, they had achieved their purpose. It was only right to congratulate the Heavenly Emperor, whether he accepted their gifts or not.
The Heavenly Emperor was not petty. On the contrary, his heart was broader than the entire Universe.
But they had to show where they stood.
As everyone waited, the Dao Realm Emperors suddenly appeared. They opened a Small Space and laid out Great Dao Cushions, drawing every eye.
Everyone knew who the emperors were. They represented a goal countless people spent their lives striving toward.
The Heavenly Emperor was a Supreme Being, but too far beyond reach. No one imagined catching up to him. The Dao Realm Emperors, however, were examples to follow.
Examples of longevity.
The emperors endured the crowd's gaze without a change in expression.
Before long, Meng Chuan came out and took his place on the highest cushion. He had no intention of making