Swoosh!

A treasured vessel formed from a green lotus leaf crushed through space and passed through the boundless starry sky.

“Martial Uncle, the teleportation formation can only teleport us to this Sky Capital Universe, and with our speed, it will take half a month for us to arrive at the Central Holy Court from here.” In the treasured vessel, Wen Ting spoke in a gentle and light voice.

Chen Xi nodded, and then he smiled as he said, “There’s no need to explain everything to me. You’re leading the group this time, so everything will naturally be done according to your arrangements.”

Wen Ting said, “Martial Uncle is right.”

Chen Xi felt slightly helpless, and he felt that being of higher seniority was utterly useless. At the very least, when he spoke with this Eighth Star Imperial Monarch, Wen Ting, he couldn’t help but feel like his hands were tied.

“Haha. In my opinion, only the Sovereign Sect’s Elder Leng Xinghun and the Eldest Powerseal Disciple Donghuang Yinxuan can compete with Senior Brother Gu Yan. Nuwa’s Dao Palace’s Kong Youran can be considered one as well, and as for the Dao Institute, I can’t think of a single person.”

Suddenly, a wave of discussion sounded out from the cabin.

“Don’t forget that the Dao Institute has figures like Yea Chen and Yu Jiuhui. You must not underestimate them.”

“Exactly. The Dao Discussion this time is unprecedented, and it has converged...