We Agreed to Brag Together, But You Secretly Dominated the World

Within the Purple Clouds Holy Land, the bell resonated once more, shaking the surroundings for thousands of miles, piercing the clouds. Everyone raised their heads skyward again.

“This is…” Many gasped. They saw a black jade qilin advancing like a mountain, towing behind it a dazzling golden chariot exuding divine light. The chariot was like a miniature sun, extremely dazzling. The aura of a supreme-grade Dao weapon spread like a vast ocean, drowning the world.

Above were several figures standing abreast. Each had peerless bearing, especially the one at the front. He stood with hands clasped behind his back, eyes disdainful. Merely standing there, he blended with heaven and earth. Every strand of hair flowed with Dao patterns. It was the Great Mystery Holy Son, Su Chen!

Compared to a year ago, he had shed some sharp aura. Invisibly, he contained more Dao rhyme, like the reincarnation of an ancient Daoist ancestor, subtly suffused with the Great Dao.

“The Great Mystery Holy Son comes!” someone cried in astonishment.

Outsiders could discern the forces targeting Su Chen, impossible for him not to notice. Yet still he came. Such valor alone was admirable. In their place, they might have hidden as far away as possible. After all, this was but a gathering, with no mandate on attendance. Besides, the dark creatures had yet to officially invade, just some vanguards present. The strongest ones were just at the Saint Realm, vanquishing those required no great effort.

“Hiss!” The golden chariot stowed itself. Su Chen descended slowly from the firmament, bathed in divine light, like the advent of a celestial being. His eyes were profound, containing visions of the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers that shifted with time’s passage.

Meeting Su Chen’s gaze, the Purple Clouds Holy Son’s body shuddered. Taking a deep breath, he strode over, smiling. “Brother Su Chen graces my Purple Clouds Holy Land with radiance by coming today!”

“I’m late,” Su Chen replied indifferently.

“Not at all, not at all!” The Purple Clouds Holy Son’s temperament was mild. Waving his hand, he responded, “The Grand Meeting hasn’t commenced, so how can Brother Su be late?”

He turned slightly, extending a hand in invitation. “The Holy Land has prepared a banquet below. 1 hope Brother Su will join me. As for… Fellow Daoists of Yin Yang Holy Land, please don’t blame me for having another guide you. I beg your understanding.”

“Thanks!” Su Chen nodded politely.

The Yin Yang Holy Son’s group had intended to follow Su Chen to the feast. But they had not expected Purple Clouds Holy Son’s closing words, giving them pause. By reason, Su Chen was of the younger generation and should be seated with them. If together, what cause had the Purple Clouds Holy Land to differentiate? After all, all present were Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, equal in status if not strength.

Yet now, the Purple Clouds Holy Son’s words indicated Su Chen was no longer of the same standing. Likely he would sit with the elders instead.

“Does the Purple Clouds Holy Land deem Brother Su to be no longer of our generation?” a Holy Maiden who had accompanied Su Chen asked resignedly. Were it another, she might have been angered at the denial of being Su Chen’s peer. But with the words from the Purple Clouds Holy Land itself, she did not dare grow angry, only feeling a tinge of emotion.

Disregarding identity and looking solely at strength, they truly no longer deserved to share Su Chen’s table.

Within the Purple Clouds Holy Land, the scene was of poetic mist-veiled peaks and valleys, brimming with spiritual energy like a paradise on earth. Wherever one looked, its solemn mountains lacked no majesty amid their grace.

Among the valleys, powerful demonic beasts could be glimpsed. Many disciples of the Purple Clouds Holy Land in seclusion cultivated within cave abodes, their strength terrifying, each at the Nirvana Realm.

“As expected of the Purple Clouds Holy Land,” Su Chen sighed inwardly. Although the Great Mystery Sacred Sect was also a saint-level force, it still had a significant gap when compared to these ancient holy lands with countless years of inheritance. This gap was not just at the top level, but it was a comprehensive difference in all aspects.

“Brother Su, we’ve arrived. 1 shall take my leave first. Should you need anything, just instruct my disciples,” the Purple Clouds Holy Son said upon reaching a magnificent palace. He did not continue forward, instead summoning two core disciples to guide Su Chen inside.

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist!” Su Chen smiled, watching the Purple Clouds Holy Son depart before following the disciples into the hall.

The Prodigy Gathering had yet to formally start, but the various factions were present, not sitting down for detailed discussion. Within the palace gathered all kinds of exotic beings rarely glimpsed. Though appearing bizarre, their strength was undiminished, each at the Quasi-Saint Realm as discernible from their auras.

“I heard the dark creatures appearing around the Rosy Clouds Holy Land will be handed to the Dasui Empire!”

“Impossible!”

“How could those be given to the Dasui?”

“In that case, what’s going to happen to the Rosy Clouds Holy Land? They can’t just stand by and do nothing, can they?”