"Hehe." Yuan Ming smiled and nodded lightly. He felt no unfamiliarity whatsoever around the burly Xian Jue, and getting along with him was quite easy.
As soon as his words fell, his indifferent gaze gradually turned towards the few foreign-race cultivators at the initial Tribulation Transcendence Stage, who were shivering like cicadas in winter. He said softly, "fellow Daoists, if you remain here, are you planning to sit down and discuss the Dao with us?"
"fellow Daoist, pardon the disturbance!"
"Mountain high water long. We shall discuss the Dao with you another day."
"We shall not disturb you two fellow Daoists any longer. We will be leaving now."
The several foreign-race Celestial Venerables wore solemn expressions. A massive Sky Soaring Magical Artifact appeared in an instant. Their slightly flustered movements carried an oddly taut air of forced composure, yet they still maintained the bearing of Celestial Venerables.
Then, without looking back, they left, as though they had made some sort of decision...
At this moment, the surroundings in every direction were utterly empty. Xian Jue and Yuan Ming resumed their conversation. Within the perilous Immortal Azure Plains, it felt as if they were merely chatting in their own backyard.
Xian Jue finally learned what Yuan Ming had been doing in secret all these years. He had apparently been building up a force within Star Pivot all along, while Ji Yan had poured immense financial resources into it.
Yet with a threshold like that of the Myriad Realms Spirit Bank, the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance was still far from qualified to even touch it. Star Pivot connected the entire Three Thousand Great Worlds; it was boundless within, and there were far too many novel things there.
As for why Yuan Ming had become so powerful, he did not say much.