In the age of great competition, everyone was like a dragon.
Then, the various princes set off for the imperial palace. The entire Yanwu Dynasty's territory, including the astral domains in the outer seas, could feel the Wheel of Fate spinning. The dynasty's Luck surged as if some kind of power was startling it awake from its slumber.
At the Yanwu Dynasty's imperial palace, where Luck gathered, a vast Dragon Might spread out. The Dragon Might seemed solid, turning into towering mountains circling above the imperial palace.
A holy sword stabbed into those mountains, a holy sword that symbolized authority, status, and the Yan Emperor's throne.
The princes with flourishing Luck could even see this treasure sword that regular Sovereign Emperors could not see with the naked eye.
As long as they could grasp this sword, they would become the crown prince of the dynasty and ascend to the Yan Emperor's throne.
The place with the densest Dragon Qi in the imperial palace:
Surrounded by the splendid palaces, there was a vast and boundless Martial Arts Practice Field.
In the Treasure Hall in the clouds in the sky:
The one hundred eight feudal lords, the Noble Clans' Clan Heads, the sect's pavilion masters, and many experts gathered here, preparing to watch the final competition for the slots.
When noon arrived, the sun hung high in the sky.
The various princes entered through the winding corridors in the imperial palace, entering the drill ground in a grandiose fashion.
Outside the drill ground were many royal platforms and pavilions.
The various princes entered the drill ground in an orderly manner according to their identities, ascending the tall platforms.
The royal platforms were squarish and close to one hundred meters tall. Banners fluttered on the railings in the surroundings.
The princes sat there, and the guests either sat at the sides or stood there, sizing up the surroundings.
The Ninth Prince Wang Yan, Xiao Chen, and the others ascended the royal platforms.
At this moment, wind and clouds gathered. All sorts of extraordinary people, demonic geniuses, and outstanding talents appeared. Although there were many people in the drill ground, it was quiet; no one made a ruckus.
In the air, many pairs of eyes met and collided, creating intense sparks.
Those who could come here were all dragons among men. They had to go through many rounds of selection and elimination before finally standing here.
Nearly all the Sovereign Emperors of the Righteous Dao and Demonic Dao under five hundred years old in the entire Martial Epoch gathered here.
Some of these people knew each other, had old grudges or new grudges.
This made the trip to the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb, which everyone looked forward to in the first place, even more exciting. What kind of show would there be?
Aside from this, most of the Sovereign Emperors present knew what was going on.
Aside from the succession race, there was an even bigger game in this Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
Misty Immortal Palace!
No one knew how many guests had come for the Ethereal Immortal Palace. However, Xiao Chen reckoned that there was at least a seventy percent chance that he had come. Even if he did not come for this, he had heard the prophecy of the Ethereal Immortal Palace appearing.
However, no one mentioned this matter. They had a tacit understanding.
Xiao Chen was also looking around to see if he could find any familiar faces and how strong the other princes were.
Naturally, Wang Fei was one of them.
Even if Xiao Chen wanted to ignore the First Prince Wang Fei, he could not.
Outside the Martial Arts Practice Field, his aura was the strongest among the many King's Platforms. There were a total of more than 20 people, and he had 18 official candidates. If they won all three battles, the number of guests they would have would reach a terrifying twenty-one.
It was hard to imagine how horrifying the First Prince's aura would be if Xiao Chen had not ruined his wedding.
Xiao Chen casually glanced around and discovered an old acquaintance, Ming Xuan.
As Ming Xuan stood behind the First Prince, he had handsome facial features and a lotus-like air. He looked like a handsome man. However, he was a monk.
"That is …"
Xiao Chen let out a soft cry of surprise. When he saw the woman not far from Ming Xuan, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
It's Yang Qing!
The Yang Qing that Xiao Chen once befriended in the Grave Sea Cluster.
No, it is not Yang Qing. Yang Qing is already dead. This woman is the Azure Lotus Holy Daughter. The Yang Qing that Xiao Chen knew was just her nirmanakaya. The nirmanakaya was a completely different person and could not be confused with her.
Just as Xiao Chen felt bewildered, that Yang Qing seemed to sense Xiao Chen's gaze. She smiled meaningfully at him.
Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze, avoiding eye contact.
As Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze, he did not notice that there was another person on the First Prince's platform. There was another person covered in a black robe. His entire body shone with a blood-colored light, within which lightning flickered. That person's eyes stared at Xiao Chen like a venomous snake.
Without a doubt, the First Prince's platform was the most eye-catching spot.
However, the First Prince remained extremely low-profile, sitting on the throne in the middle of the platform with his eyes closed. It seemed like the setback at the wedding had made the First Prince withdraw his ambitions and endure silently, making him even more shrewd.
Aside from the First Prince, the most eye-catching ones were naturally the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince.
The two of them each had sixteen slots, second only to Wang Fei. Their lineup of guests was also extremely strong.
On one side were the representatives of the entire Yanwu Dynasty's sects. The Eighth Prince Wang Fei's platform was filled with sect demonic geniuses several hundred years old. None of them were weaker than 3-Vein Sovereign Emperors; all of them were Great Perfection Sovereign Emperors.
Among them, Dao Yan was the most eye-catching. His black eyes flickered with a faint icy light. Dao Yan's eyes looked as pure as an Astral Gem, startling everyone. However, no one knew that Dao Yan had already formed an ice small world.
The Eighth Prince had gathered all the outstanding talents of his sect. The strength of his guests was flabbergasting.
The threshold for the mercenary election was very advantageous for the Eighth Prince. He could recruit many experts without any effort.
What was even more strange was that Emperor Wu's Profound Heaven Holy Land's Holy Son, Wenren Yu, as well as the outstanding talents Mu Yunzhu and Gu Yuhan were among them. Everyone sighed in shock. The Eighth Prince had actually hidden himself so deeply. He only revealed that he had the Profound Heaven Holy Land's support now.
The Thirteenth Prince's guests were similarly shocking. Without exception, all of them were demonic geniuses with Great Desolate Eon bloodlines.
When the Thirteenth Prince stood there, the aura of his Great Desolate Eon bloodline gathered, pressuring others.
This was the innate advantage of his bloodline. Furthermore, these people were from the seven or eight empires under the Bushin Palace. Sovereign Emperors under five hundred years old fought against each other, becoming absolute elites.
With one glance, Xiao Chen noticed several familiar faces: Bai Yunfei, Xiahou Zun, and the Dragon God Crown Prince Qin Ming.
There were also some princes that Xiao Chen did not notice. These princes possessed terrifying strength as well.
Someone wearing a thick cloak and hood stood behind the Fourth Prince Wang Yun. This person had his head buried. This was the hidden Hidden Spirit Temple's Yuan Zhen. He lowered his head, not looking at anyone. No one knew what he was thinking.
The Sixth Prince Wang Ming was even more horrifying. The Underworld God Hall experts stood on his tall platform: the Flood Dragon Human Yan Cangming, Old Qiao from the battle of the Underworld River, the Buddhist sect traitor Zhen Yuan, and the Asura Race and Rakshasa Race experts.
After disguising their identities, these people stood behind Wang Ming in a low-profile manner, not revealing anything. Others would find it hard to figure out where many outstanding talents gathered. They would not know what trump cards Wang Ming was hiding.
There were too many outstanding talents, too much for the eyes to take in. There was simply no way to see them all.
Even Xiao Chen could not guarantee that he did not make a mistake. He vaguely felt that the eight super factions had sent people here in secret.
This included the low-profile Pirate Alliance and the Underworld God Hall deep underground.
Xiao Chen also saw Grim Reaper Lin Feng. The other party nodded slightly at him, not saying anything else. It looked like the Heavenly Alliance was planning to make two bets. On one hand, they had Mu Zifeng choose Xiao Chen and support the Ninth Prince. On the other hand, they had Suiren Ji send Lin Feng to support the Seventh Prince. They wanted to see who would emerge victorious.
Unfortunately, they were somewhat disappointed. They did not see Chu Chaoyun.
The Universe Origin Sect's people did notice him. However, Chu Chaoyun was not among them. Perhaps he was hiding among the other princes. Perhaps he had already given up the Ethereal Immortal Palace key in his hand, staying out of this matter.
Everyone gathered, good and bad mixed together.
Clearly, the many powerhouses in the clouds had not expected this. To think that this succession race actually attracted so many outstanding talents. There were even some Demonic Dao cultivators among them.
Suddenly, a vast imperial might tore through the clouds, shocking the entire place.
It was the Yan Emperor. As he hovered in the air, he looked down on everyone. When he swept his gaze around, everyone felt fear in their hearts, not daring to meet his gaze.
With the Yan Emperor Sacred Sword, the Yan Emperor was nearly unrivaled in the Yanwu Dynasty's imperial palace.
There was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. He was well aware of the many princes and guests below.
"The Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb is reopening. Many thanks to all the outstanding talents who came from afar to help my son. This is especially so for my friends from the Demonic Dao Hall, the Underworld God Hall, and the Pirate Alliance. You are really bold! "
"Whoosh!"
The Yan Emperor's words were like a clap of thunder, setting the place abuzz.
A strange look flashed in the eyes of the many Demonic Dao loose cultivators, the Underworld God Hall cultivators, and the Xuewu Dynasty's outstanding talents.
These Demonic Dao loose cultivators felt that they had hidden themselves sufficiently, carrying shocking treasures. After concealing their Demonic Qi and mixing in with the princes' guests, they looked no different from ordinary loose cultivators.
Unexpectedly, they were like child's play before the Yan Emperor.
Just as everyone felt uncertain, the Yan Emperor's grave expression vanished. He smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry. This emperor will not make things difficult for you. The Ethereal Immortal Palace might appear in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. If I do not let you in, there will be even more trouble.
"However, now that you have returned to my Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb, you have to abide by the rules of my Yanwu Dynasty. If anyone dares to cause trouble, I guarantee that even if the Underworld God appears or the Demon Master descends, they will not be able to save you! "
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