The moment Yue Changqing finished speaking, the entire Heavenly Palace stirred like a tranquil pool into which a boulder had been hurled.
Great Power Ruins!
And the Great Power Yue Changqing had mentioned, as the Clear Spirit Immortal Sect's prospective sect master, was surely a Mahayana Sage.
If they obtained the inheritance within, even if they couldn't reach the level of a Mahayana Sage, they would still be among the top cultivators in all of Langyu Qingming Heaven if they attained merely the Spirit Transformation Extreme.
At the thought of this, the prodigies from ordinary Great Factions all showed excitement.
As for Yue Changqing's claim that they would contribute the ruins to the Three Sects, no one took that seriously.
What a joke.
Though the thing was in the Flat Peach Secret Realm, who would know if they simply kept quiet?
Compared to the excitement of the prodigies from those Great Factions, Bai Yi merely narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Yue Changqing above.
What a coincidence.
This Great Power Secret Realm had appeared neither too early nor too late, but precisely during this year's Flat Peach Grand Gathering.
"Brother Bai, I'm afraid those ruins didn't appear out of thin air."
Ye Feiyun, who likewise understood the trick behind it, looked at Bai Yi with a grave expression.
They exchanged a glance, both sensing from Yue Changqing's words the Three Immortals Sect's confidence-a confidence so absolute they didn't even bother to hide it.
A Mahayana Sage who had once stood proudly above an entire era, one of the strongest among them, second only to a single person.
Even after declining for tens of thousands of years and barely clinging to life, such an existence was still beyond the comprehension of Nascent Soul Cultivators like them.
So Yue Changqing's words