Star power poured in.
The cultivators of the myriad races across the Four Great Continents entered another period of explosive growth.
The Nine-Headed Secret Realm.
"How much longer until you break through to True Immortal?"
The Dog Emperor sat on his imperial throne.
Below him, another seat had been added, and the one seated there was none other than Zhu Chen.
As an expert at the heavenly being limit,
Zhu Chen was firmly established as the strongest member of the Nine-Headed Dog Race beneath the Dog Emperor.
Thus,
although he was not qualified to sit as the Dog Emperor's equal, he now truly had a place in the grand hall.
Compared to him, the other elders had also been relegated to a subtly lower standing.
Zhu Chen said, "Star power has grown much denser again. I should be able to attempt a breakthrough within a month."
"Mm. If you can break through, then do so."
The Dog Emperor nodded.
If Zhu Chen became an immortal, the Nine-Headed Dog Race would gain another True Immortal expert.
That would greatly strengthen the race's foundations, making it a tremendous boon.
As star power grew denser,
many powerful races had produced more than one True Immortal.
Strictly speaking, the Nine-Headed Dog Race was also a major race.
Yet even now, the Dog Emperor remained its only True Immortal. If this dragged on any longer, it would inevitably invite criticism.
Fortunately, the Dog Emperor was one of the Five Directional Emperors.
Neither his strength nor his prestige could be matched by other True Immortals.
It was this
that kept the other races from provoking them without cause.
Off to the side, hesitation appeared on Zhu Chen's face. He had something to say, but did not know how to broach it.
Naturally, the fluctuations in his