activa-t Chapter 523 All Forces Gather in Tianyuan City
Chapter 523 All Forces Gather in Tianyuan City
Seven days later.
The square in Tianyuan City was packed with people.
The crowd stretched from the foot of the platform all the way to the end of the square, and from the end of the square, the streets were packed with people. From the streets, the rooftops and walls were filled with people. Everywhere was densely packed with people.
Representatives from all major factions sat in the front row.
Jiang Xuan, the lord of the Kunlun Domain, sat motionless in his chair, his white robe as white as snow, his gaze fixed on the high platform.
Long Zaitian, the master of Penglai Immortal Island, had changed out of his charred black robe and into a brand new cyan robe.
But the burns on his face hadn't fully healed yet; they were patchy red and white, like an undercooked sweet potato.
He didn't hide anything, just sat there with a calm gaze.
Qingyunzi, the sect leader of Qingyun Sect, sat there in a long blue robe, his eyes closed in meditation.
Sword Thirteen of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, holding his sword, closed his eyes, like a statue.
He hasn't moved an inch since he sat down, and you can't even feel him breathing.
Only the occasional slight tightening of his grip on the sword signaled that he was still alive.
Master Xuanci, the abbot of Mount Sumeru, wore a golden kasaya and held a nine-ringed staff, his appearance solemn and dignified.
Behind him sat the two chief monks, Wuming and Wujing, like two guardian deities.
The emperors of the four great dynasties sat in the second row.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, dressed in a black dragon robe, tapped the armrest with his fingers one by one, his face expressionless.
"Tap, tap, tap"
The knocking made the Great Xia Emperor beside him frown.
The Emperor of Great Xia was dressed in a white dragon robe, smiling broadly, like a kind and wealthy old man.
His eyes kept darting around, from left to right and from right to left, looking at everyone present one by one, like he was on a shopping spree.
The Emperor of Qin was dressed in black armor, with a long sword at his waist, and his eyes were piercing.
He sat ramrod straight, like a javelin, exuding an aura of iron will.
The Shang emperor, dressed in a purple dragon robe, held a teacup and sipped slowly, as if strolling through his own backyard.
The aroma of tea wafted over from his direction; it was the finest Snow Top Jade. Everyone else was incredibly nervous, but he was still able to savor the tea.
The leaders of the major top-tier sects sat in the third row.
Some looked gloomy, as if someone in their family had died.
Some had blank expressions, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Some of them were secretly observing the people around them, their eyes darting around furtively.
The sect leaders who suffered heavy losses in the great calamity were ashen-faced and had empty eyes, as if they had been drained of their life force.
The sect leaders who had narrowly escaped death remained silent, their expressions complex.
Several of the bigwigs of the Demonic Path also arrived.
The master of the Seven Luminaries Demon Palace was dressed in a black robe and wore a mask, making it impossible to see his expression.
The sect leader of the Blood Fiend Sect wore a red robe, as red as blood, and his whole body exuded a bloody smell.
The Supreme Elder of the Corpse Refining Sect, Shi Tian, wore a gray robe and had a pale face, looking nothing like a living person.
There's also Ming Sha, the sect leader of the Netherworld Sect... and so on.
They sat in the corner, and no one dared to approach them within three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
It's not that I don't want to get close, it's that I'm afraid to.
That chilling aura could be felt from a great distance, like stepping into an ice cellar.
There were also small factions and independent cultivators gathered around the square, seemingly just to join in the fun.
Chen Cang stood among the rogue cultivators, holding a wine gourd in his hand, taking sips one by one, squinting at the high platform, seemingly lost in thought.
A young man next to him whispered, "Senior, can that Young Master Lin really seal the extraterrestrial passage?"
Chen Cang took a swig of wine and wiped his mouth: "You'll see when you look."
The young man wanted to ask more questions, but Chen Cang glared at him, and the young man shut up.
The various powers not only sent representatives, but also brought gifts.
Kunlun Domain brought a box of spirit stones, neatly stacked inside, radiating spiritual light, clearly top-grade.
The Penglai Immortal Island brought a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, which was packaged in a jade box. You could smell the medicinal fragrance even through the box.
The Qingyun Sect brought with them a fragment of a True Monarch's cultivation manual.
The Heavenly Sword Pavilion brought a sword seed, which had been cultivated by the Heavenly Sword Pavilion for thousands of years.
The four dynasties, catering to his preferences, brought him Lin Chen's favorite items.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty brought three princesses with him.
The Emperor of Great Xia brought five people with him.
The Shang emperor brought two princesses and two imperial concubines with him.
The Qin emperor brought seven exceptionally beautiful women selected from among the common people.
Not to be outdone, each faction and sect presented gifts that were remarkably similar to those of the four great dynasties.
Some brought the daughters of sect leaders, some brought the most beautiful woman in their sects, and some brought beauties gathered from all over.
Each one was as beautiful as a flower, with varying figures, standing in their respective formations, creating a scene even more lively than a beauty pageant.
A bolder young woman peered at the platform and whispered to the person next to her, "What does that young master Lin look like?"
The person next to him shook his head: "Never seen it before."
"I heard he's very young."
"I've heard that his cultivation level is unfathomable."
"I heard that he has dozens of wives and hundreds of concubines in his household. Even the Fairy Yan of the Hehuan Sect is his exclusive possession. The Hehuan Sect is his harem."
"So, is there still hope for us?"
"Who knows? I've heard that Young Master Lin is quite the ladies' man, so it shouldn't be a problem!"
"..."
Zhang Yiyuan stood beside the platform, with Wu Huan following behind him, holding a list and checking each item one by one.
"Kunlun Domain, we've arrived."
"We've arrived at Penglai Island."
"Qingyun Sect, we've arrived."
"We've arrived at the Heavenly Sword Pavilion."
"Mount Sumeru, we've arrived."
"The Four Great Dynasties have arrived."
"The various demonic factions have arrived."
"A rogue cultivator..."
Wu Huan closed the list and walked to Zhang Yiyuan's side: "Master, everyone is here."
Zhang Yiyuan nodded without saying anything, his gaze fixed on the high platform.
At 3:45 AM, Lin Chen appeared on the high platform.
No one saw where he came from; it was as if he had always been there.
He wore a moon-white robe, his hair was casually tied up, and his hands were tucked into his sleeves, looking like a leisurely person taking a stroll.
Lin Chen smiled and glanced around the audience.
Those celestial ancestors, sect leaders, and kings were all swept over by Lin Chen's single glance.
Some lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact.
Some looked away, pretending to be looking elsewhere.
Some remained expressionless, but their palms were already sweating.
Jian Shisan opened his eyes and looked at Lin Chen on the high platform, his gaze containing something indescribable.
He never expected that Lin Chen would give him a true immortal pill.
Master Xuanci's hands continued to twirl the prayer beads, but his eyelid twitched.
He had lived for thousands of years and had seen countless geniuses and powerful figures, but he had never seen a young man like Lin Chen.
It wasn't because of Lin Chen's cultivation level, but because of his eyes.
There was no arrogance, no pride, no smugness in those eyes, only tranquility.
A serene perspective overlooking all living beings.
The faces of the several powerful figures in the demonic path were rather unpleasant, as they all had grudges against Lin Chen.
Chen Cang squinted at Lin Chen on the high platform. He hadn't expected Lin Chen to reach this point so quickly.
The young man next to him spoke up again: "Senior, is this Young Master Lin?"
"Um."
"He looks so young."
"Um."
"Is he really that strong?"
Chen Cang sighed softly, "I think there is no one on this continent who can rival him."
The young man was slightly taken aback, looking at Lin Chen on the stage with shock in his eyes.