"Too slow, too slow, can't it be faster?"
On a flying ship rapidly moving away from the earth, a handsome young man paced anxiously on the deck. He would occasionally look up at the majestic celestial palace in the sky, his sharp eyes focused on whether anything unusual was approaching.
"Your Highness, please be patient. As things stand, we are sure to be the fastest to reach the Celestial Palace. No one can possibly be faster than us!"
Seeing the esteemed figure before him so agitated, one of the attendants spoke up to soothe him, a stark contrast to the composed and unflappable prince he remembered.
However, he could understand that after so many years, the original immortal who ruled the Sumeru Realm had left, and a new immortal had arrived.
This symbolizes a dramatic change in the power structure of the Sumeru Realm. The decision-makers are naturally the immortals who rule the Sumeru Realm, and the existing power structure will be broken.
As for how things will turn out, that will depend on who among them is the first to meet the newly arrived immortal and gain his approval.
Based on the history of the Sumeru Realm, those immortals who once ruled this realm almost never left their celestial palaces to interfere with the operation of the Sumeru Realm; at most, they would only appoint a few people to manage it.
Those who are relied upon by the immortals naturally possess the greatest power in the Sumeru Realm, since those immortals basically don't manage anything.
There are many legends about those immortals, but everyone knows that even if the immortals are not interested in interfering with the operation of the Sumeru Realm, their arrival and departure will have a tremendous impact on the power structure of their realm.
For example, the Dragon Sparrow Kingdom, which served a certain immortal, expanded its territory wildly during the time that immortal ruled the Sumeru Realm, occupying the most fertile, abundant, and vast land in the Sumeru Realm.
However, with the departure of the immortal, almost the entire Dragon Sparrow Kingdom ascended to heaven and left with the immortal, leaving behind a large area of unclaimed land. This sparked a struggle among the remaining Lilliputian forces, and within a few short years, numerous kingdoms were once again established.
Now, a new immortal has descended. Whoever can gain the immortal's approval first will have their country become the undisputed overlord during the immortal's reign over the Sumeru Realm.
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Those who are a step behind have no choice but to accept reality and bow to the new hegemon, or they have no choice but to resist and be crushed.
As for immortals, beings who can turn their Sumeru Realm upside down with a mere thought, they don't care about such trivial matters, as history has proven time and time again.
The immortals are high above and don't care about their battles and fights. As long as they don't interfere with the immortals' enlightenment and cultivation, the immortals will hardly do anything.
However, it's not that they will never intervene. There are always a few lucky ones who can get the attention of the immortals, and even receive their blessings and obtain immortal scrolls.
With the help of the Immortal Scroll, even the most humble person can embark on a great undertaking and build a powerful kingdom that sweeps across the world.
In the history of the Sumeru Realm, such a thing once happened: after arriving at the celestial palace, the descending immortals descended to the earth and traveled through the mortal world. For some unknown reason, they took a liking to a beggar.
Then, with the power bestowed upon him by the immortal, the beggar rose step by step from humble beginnings to become a powerful king and establish a prosperous nation!
Of course, this was not the final outcome. This fortunate king eventually departed with the immortal, leaving behind only legends and stories about him, which were etched in the history books of the Sumeru Realm.
However, such a lucky individual is extremely rare, even if one were to look through the history books of the Sumeru Realm, there is only one like him. The vast majority of immortals eventually descend to the celestial palace and almost never come down to earth.
Therefore, those who are able to gain the trust of the immortals first are usually the first to arrive at the immortal palace and the first to see the immortals. This is not based on luck.
It is determined by strength, whether it is one's own strength or the strength of the forces behind them.
"You're right, no one can possibly be faster than us!"
Hearing the words of his attendant, the young man of noble birth calmed down a little. The flying boat beneath his feet was built by his country after hundreds of years of accumulation and struggle, all for this day, to surpass everyone and become the first person to have an audience with the immortals!
stop!
No sooner had the young man finished speaking than a sword light shot into the sky, surpassing them in the blink of an eye, towering high above them, with nothing between it and the celestial palace.
"You bastard!"
Looking at the sword path above his head that surpassed even the Ghostly Flying Boat, the young man, who had just regained his composure, instantly went into a state of fury, his eyes blazing with rage.
"Who is that? Shoot him down right now!"
"Your Highness, you must not act rashly! The immortals may be watching this place. This action may displease them, and if so, it will be of no use even if we are the first to arrive!"
Upon hearing this order, the attendants were startled and quickly tried to dissuade him. Even though their ancestors didn't concern themselves with such matters, they had still figured out some ways to please them without offending the immortals.
While it may not be effective or accurate, no one would do anything that might offend the immortals, since no one could withstand the wrath of the immortals.
“You’re right, but…”
Hearing the advice, the young man forced himself to calm down, but his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh. The thought that his family's hundreds of years of accumulation and effort had been suppressed by a single person and a sword filled him with resentment.
On what grounds?
Does being a genius make you superior? Does having high cultivation level give you the right to bully others like this?
"Your Highness, please calm down. Even if you are the first to arrive at the Celestial Palace, you may not necessarily gain the favor of the immortals. In the end, it may depend on your strength."
"Um!"
Watching the sword light fly further and further away overhead, the young man responded and prepared for the worst.
At this moment, because he had been overtaken, his gaze, which had been looking upwards, began to look downwards. In that instant, he saw many famous figures or familiar faces.
"They're all here!"
A cold smile curled at the corner of the young man's mouth. He saw a phoenix chariot being pulled by five phoenixes, as well as thugs riding flying beasts, leaving a trail of chaos wherever they went!
Anyone who has the means to reach the Celestial Palace will not miss this opportunity. Even if they do not have the fastest way to get there, as long as they are there, they will have a chance. What if the immortals take a liking to them? Such things have happened before.
"Your Highness, look! That swordsman can't get in; he's being blocked outside the Immortal Palace!"
A joyful cheer erupted as the young man, who had been looking around to see who his competitors were, suddenly looked up and burst into laughter.
The sword light that had just surpassed him and left him below was now lingering outside the Immortal Palace, firmly blocked by a thin but extremely tough and indestructible layer of immortal light, unable to advance an inch.
"What's the use of being fast? If you don't win the favor of the immortals, it's all for naught!"
The young man, who had been somewhat disappointed and even prepared for the worst, was now smug. This scene showed that the sword cultivator was very likely not favored by the immortal!
Aside from that sword cultivator, he was the closest to the Immortal Palace. He even had a feeling that he was destined to be the chosen one favored by the immortals.
Once he arrives at the celestial palace, he will surely receive a reward from the immortals. At that time, he will return to the earth with the mandate of heaven, conquer all nations, and establish a great kingdom!
The more he thought about it, the more excited the young man became. He even imagined the moment when he was destined to inherit the throne and began to think about the name of the country he would create.
However, this beautiful fantasy continued until his magical flying boat approached the celestial palace, where it was blocked by the thin layer of celestial light and could not advance an inch. Then, his excited expression began to turn pale, and his eyes revealed a sense of despair.
Was he also rejected by the immortal?
No, that's impossible!
The despair persisted until the third person, whose strength, despite reaching this point, still failed to gain the favor of the immortals and was rejected by the immortal light from entering the immortal palace.
This situation made the sword cultivator who arrived first, and the young man who followed closely behind, look much better. If everyone is on the same level, then what just happened is nothing. They are all standing on the same starting line.
As everyone expected and anticipated, all forces capable of reaching the Celestial Palace were kept outside, and no one was able to enter.
What should we do in this situation?
These figures, who could be considered the core of the Sumeru Realm, looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.
"Perhaps the immortal is currently attaining enlightenment?"
These people were not completely ignorant; they were mentally prepared for the possible scenarios. They had a fairly good understanding of those immortals, most of whom were cultivation fanatics, with only a very few showing interest in worldly affairs.
The newly arrived immortal might be obsessed with the Great Dao, starting his cultivation immediately upon arrival and having no intention of interfering in worldly affairs; such situations have occurred before.
"Time stands still in the mountains, and the passing of winter makes one unaware of the years. The immortals' perception of time is quite different from ours. Gentlemen, I think we shouldn't wait here any longer; let's go back!"
The young man spoke with a smile, but still held a sliver of hope, wondering how many competitors he could fool.
"If you don't want to wait, you can leave first, no one will blame you!"
"hehe!"
Only a fool would leave. What if the immortal suddenly emerges from seclusion? In that case, those waiting outside will naturally be summoned, and those who left, no matter how regretful they are, can only weep bitterly and then obediently bow down to those approved by the immortal.
"Is no one going to leave? Don't blame me for not warning you. Some immortals, after descending, are completely absorbed in cultivation and enlightenment, ignoring the slightest thing about the outside world. If you wait here in vain, you might just be wasting your time and gaining nothing!"
"What His Highness said makes perfect sense. I think you all should leave first. As for me, an old good-for-nothing, my time is worthless. I'll stay here and wait for the immortal to emerge from seclusion!"
"Pooh!"
"Nobody here is stupid, so stop wasting your breath on this nonsense!"
Outside the celestial palace, many petty people were making a ruckus, while inside the celestial palace, the descending immortal slowly opened his eyes, and an invisible Daoist aura flowed naturally.
"If one hears the Way in the morning, one can... um, hear it again in the evening!"
Feng Bingwen paused slightly, but didn't say anything unlucky or ridiculous.
Having recovered from his state of enlightenment, he did a quick calculation and was astonished to discover that this seclusion had actually lasted for half a month.
For cultivators with slightly higher cultivation levels, this amount of time spent in seclusion is nothing. However, for someone like Feng Bingwen, whose cultivation level increases every few days, this seclusion is considered quite long.
Even when he was in a state of enlightenment, Feng Bingwen did not become obsessed with it. He was a restless person, and if he were to go into seclusion for sixty years at a time like an immortal, he felt he would go crazy.
"Hmm!"
Upon waking, Feng Bingwen's spiritual consciousness naturally spread outwards along with the Daoist aura flowing around him. Soon, it expanded beyond the immortal palace where he was located and came into contact with the outside world. He then paused slightly, a strange expression appearing on his face.
"This is what a petty person is? They're truly petty!"
Feng Bingwen muttered softly. At this moment, outside the palace, a group of tiny figures, averaging about three inches tall, were waiting anxiously, and an unusual atmosphere was flowing among them.
Feng Bingwen didn't care about these minor details; he was simply amazed by these races whose facial features were almost identical to those of humans, except for their physical size.
What intrigued him even more were the flying magical artifacts these little figures rode and the strange beasts they controlled. Exquisite, compact, and powerful!
Just looking at the things these little guys were using, Feng Bingwen actually felt an urge to collect them.
Of course, none of these things made Feng Bingwen pause. What surprised him was that he came across the message left by the ancestors of the little people who led this group of little people into the Sumeru Blessed Land!
It was described as a message, but it was actually a request. It was a request for the Supreme Dao disciples, who had the opportunity to govern the Sumeru Blessed Land, to take good care of their clan so that their bloodline could continue to reproduce and be passed down, and not be cut off.
Simply put, they can take away any little people they fancy, preferably in pairs to ensure a stable breeding population.
"This is not a benefit at all!"
Upon encountering the information left behind by the villainous ancestor, Feng Bingwen immediately thought of his own Dao Lord's true colors. It was clearly someone else's request, but his Dao Lord treated it as a benefit and distributed it, even though he had shown an expression of ecstatic joy at the time.
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