Li Qiye’s boneship continued to float through the continent. Along the way, they also felt the overwhelming power. Even the daoist and the two girls were trembling before its might.

“Is Meng Zhentian about to ascend to the throne?” Jianshi’s expression became heavy.

The daoist gently sighed and replied: “Not yet, but he’s not far from that point. When the Heaven’s Will finishes condensing, he will be the one closest to Immortal Emperor. If there is no one else on the same level to contend against him, he is indeed the most promising.”

“Don’t worry, he can want to become an Immortal Emperor all he wants, but who else can take the throne but our Young Noble?” Ruyan looked at Li Qiye and smiled.

Li Qiye’s wounds had yet to heal, but he still burst out in laughter after hearing...