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Meanwhile, Li Chen had already left the Eight Gates Heaven-Sundering Hall and was traveling toward the Northern Region.

He was in no particular hurry. His court officials handled plenty of matters anyway, and he had made arrangements before leaving. There should be no major problems.

Along the way, he admired the scenery with the three beauties. Since this was an incognito inspection, it was worthwhile to take a closer look at the people's livelihoods and the development of cultivators.

He was an emperor, after all. Learning more about the needs of ordinary cultivators and commoners would also help him plan their development.

The Western Region, the Ten Netherworld Palace.

Venerable Hidden Moon sat upright on a cultivation platform fashioned from black ice, holding a letter he had just received.

The handwriting on the paper carried a familiar air. It had been written personally by Yuan Tianhe, the sect master of the Eight Gates Heaven-Sundering Hall.

"An Immortal Token?" Venerable Hidden Moon murmured, repeatedly turning the pages of the letter with a crisp rustle.

Behind him, his final disciple, Han Shuang, cautiously asked, "Master, is there something important?"

Venerable Hidden Moon did not answer immediately. Instead, he handed the letter over.

Han Shuang took it and read it, his eyes immediately widening. "His Majesty Li Chen is collecting Immortal Tokens?"

Venerable Hidden Moon rose, his black robes stirring without a breeze. "Yuan Tianhe and Daoist Baichuan have both handed theirs over. His Majesty now has two."

Han Shuang drew in a sharp breath. "Doesn't that mean he only needs one more to open the Ancient Ruins?"

As a member of a Hidden Sect, he naturally knew some ancient legends.

Ancient texts also recorded the method for opening the Immortal Ruins.

But there were many problems involved. For instance, among the four