With every gesture, this man carried an air capable of shattering mountains and seas, his momentum surging like a rainbow.
Moreover, the hazy aura around him faintly erupted. If one sensed it carefully, one would discover that he was continuously absorbing the power between heaven and earth.
By day, he absorbed the power of the sun; by night, the power of the moon.
He was also one of the Eighteen Lineages, Wang Qianjun, the Holy Son of the Sun and Moon Lineage.
As the three stood there, disciples from the various lineages vaguely gathered around them, forming three more small factions.
In an instant, seven of the Eighteen Lineages had arrived. The Earth Core Mother Lightning Peach Tree's allure was truly immense.
However, Wang Ya's side, the Plant Lineage, was the bleakest. There were only three of them, and no one paid them much attention.
Mota of the Giant Mountain Lineage was the first to speak. "Everyone, the Earth Core Mother Lightning Peach Tree has ripened. Let us each rely on our own abilities. How about it?"
"Relying on our own abilities is naturally fine, but shall we wager something?
Otherwise, it would be far too dull," Shen Rongrong of the Witch Crow Lineage said with a smile.
Her lips were purple, and a shadowy gleam burst from her eyes.
Her face was thin, and her skin was also a purplish black.
"What does Junior Sister Shen wish to wager?" Wang Qianjun of the Sun and Moon Lineage asked indifferently.
There was a hint of tyranny in his tone, and he was exceedingly forceful.
"I have no interest in ordinary things, nor do I lack them.
If we are wagering, let us wager big. How about it?"
"The Peach Immortal Gathering begins in two days. Which of you dares to