Unknown as to how, the behemoth’s shadow in the sky vanished. It was like a midnight orchid, flashing quietly.

Jin Zhenshan’s heart thumped frantically, and he forcibly pushed down his excited emotions. In his mind, a sliver of queerness suddenly bubbled up. A Core Formation imperial residence… If nothing had occurred, it was simply impossible for it to emerge. When an imperial residence appeared, it represented how great the degree of importance the Dao Master regarded a matter. And Daomaster Ancientpine… had actually come in his imperial residence!

“I’m afraid the intensity of tonight’s struggle will surpass imagination…” He inhaled deeply and prepared to receive the next honored guest.

A flying sword a full hundred meters long and ten-odd meters wide streaked across the clouds, descending in front of the Golden Dipper Hall. The sword’s body was simple and unadorned, yet the two words “Nangong” on the surface left one no choice but to look upwards and admire. The Nangong Demon Clan! A clan of five half-step Core Formation! First place in the Demon Clan Ranking! 

An azure lotus bloomed at the entrance of the Golden Dipper Hall, and over a dozen old abbots in kasayas leisurely walked out from the tens-of-meters-wide lotus. At the head was an old man, his bones already dried and withered. He said...