A man clad in a crimson Daoist robe walked in from outside the great hall.
"Everyone!"
"Sorry for the wait, sorry for the wait!"
"My apologies!"
Smiling cheerfully, the man cupped his fists as soon as he entered.
He was a Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivator of the Golden Suffering Tribe, with cultivation at the sixth layer of Mahayana.
Faced with so many Mahayana cultivators from different continents, the Golden Suffering Tribe was naturally brimming with hospitality.
However, when the man's gaze fell on He Pingsheng, he froze slightly. "Human Race... Body Integration Realm?"
Then his gaze grew fervent again. "Are you... are you Wang Dun?"
He Pingsheng smiled and cupped his hands. "Greetings, Senior. I'm not Wang Dun!"
"Oh!" The fervor in the man's eyes immediately cooled again, and he nodded. "All right, all right. Be careful when you enter the Golden Suffering Immortal Ruins later!"
After learning that he was not Wang Dun, the man shifted his gaze away and looked at the others.
He Pingsheng looked thoroughly disgruntled. Good grief!
Was Senior Brother Wang that famous?
We both have nine-nine fortune, so why doesn't anyone ask about me?
"Everyone, please board the boat and follow me to the Ten Thousand Steles Forest!"
"Hehehe... when the Golden Suffering Immortal Ruins open, the entrance will also be within the Ten Thousand Steles Forest!"
An enormous flying boat was parked in front of the great hall.
Everyone boarded the flying boat in turn, and then it took off toward the southeast of the city.
It was not far; they arrived after roughly four hours of flying.
It was a valley surrounded by mountains.
The terrain within the valley was flat, but shrouded in mist.
At the very center of the valley stood a dense stone forest composed of countless steles.
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