Within the Central Heavenly Palace, everything was fiercely contested. With the hope of becoming immortals at stake, the Great Saints sat down to deliberate, while the various races clashed point for point, each looking out for its own.
Faced with the brutal reality, every last detail had to be fought over. At a time like this, no one would display lofty selflessness. Securing the greatest benefit for their own race was what mattered.
Fierce arguments raged inside the Heavenly Palace, while a sea of people listened outside. Yet Lu Chen remained unmoved by that future hope of becoming an immortal. He left the hall with Zixia and stepped outside.
He was handsome as jade, transcendent and outstanding. In particular, he had effortlessly slain a Great Saint upon arriving, fully displaying his invincible might. Wherever he went, all eyes followed him.
Young women from the various races watched him with shining eyes and whispered among themselves. Had their identities and standing not been so far beneath his, quite a few would likely have approached him to strike up a conversation.
Beside him, immortal mist wreathed Zixia's slender figure. With a spirit like autumn waters and bones like jade, she wore robes of rosy clouds and looked ethereal, like an immortal maiden descended to earth. Standing together, the two resembled a peerless pair of jade figures.
Clouds and mist filled this ancient continent, where palaces, towers, and terraces stood amid the haze. It truly resembled an immortal realm. Some relatively young experts had not entered the Central Heavenly Palace either, choosing instead to remain outside.
In a pavilion, Lu Chen found Ye Fan, accompanied by Dragon Horse and several experts from other races. They had not entered the Central Heavenly Palace either.
"Ye Fan, it really has been years!" Lu Chen said,