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第三千九百章 仙皇风范

These women were dressed as maids of the palace, their cultivation levels varying. However, even the weakest among them was at the Condensation Core stage, with graceful postures and beautiful appearances, exuding a refined and ethereal aura.

Though not considered absolute beauties, each one was exceptionally striking.

Holding palace lanterns in hand, nearly a hundred of them formed two rows, slowly approaching from the void. As they passed, colorful immortal clouds drifted out, and petals floated down, making it seem as if fairies had descended to earth.

The grandeur and demeanor...

Many cultivators who had seen much in their travels could not help but be struck by the scene. The imperial style was indeed no small matter.

Arguments came to an end. It was highly likely that neither a vassal lord nor any other high-ranking official would arrive; it was almost certain that Emperor Dongyu of the Eastern Prosperity Kingdom had personally come here.

Emperor Dongyu!

One of the top great cultivators in the Naelong Realm, he ranked among the best even within the entire Spirit Realm. A late-stage cultivator who had endured countless tribulations.

Legends said that for millions of years, he had lived a secluded life but could no longer bear the solitude and had come here. Was he eyeing the position as the head of the Immortal Alliance?

His gaze was like that of a tiger waiting to pounce!

This description fit him perfectly.

It was rumored that the Black Bear King of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had arrived more than ten days ago.

High-ranking cultivators and powerful figures gathered here, making this meeting at the Immortal Alliance likely to be extremely lively. A fierce competition between dragons and tigers could almost be anticipated.

Behind these palace maids, the light became even more dazzling, revealing magnificent pavilions, or rather, flower carriages. Each was uniquely shaped, with a total of eighteen in number. The most eye-catching was undoubtedly the one in the middle.

Towering over dozens of feet, it had nine levels and looked like a small mountain, pulled by several dozen wild beasts and mammoth-like creatures.

As it moved, even the void seemed to tremble, truly impressive.

In the center of this flower carriage, on the fifth level, two people sat facing each other, with a chessboard in front of them.

A man and a woman were playing chess. The board was filled with black and white pieces entangled in complex patterns, fiercely battling one another.

Lin Xuan's gaze fell upon the man.

Late-stage tribulation!

Wearing a bright yellow robe, he had a green jade high crown on his head, long beard reaching his chest, though it was hard to tell his age. His demeanor was extremely imposing.

His aura radiated like that of a king.

Even low-level cultivators felt their knees weaken just by looking at him, almost wanting to kneel and bow.

His identity was clear.

This attire and demeanor could only belong to one person in the Eastern Prosperity Kingdom: Emperor Dongyu himself.

The woman sitting opposite him wore a phoenix crown andceremonial robe-collar, exuding an opulent and elegant presence. Her beauty was breathtaking.

But what caught everyone's attention was her cultivation level; she too was at the late-stage tribulation stage.

When did the Eastern Prosperity Kingdom acquire such powerful cultivators?

Was it Emperor Dongyu’s original empress consort?

The attendees guessed silently, feeling a mix of shock and concern. After all, this queen’s name had never been heard before, making her presence strange indeed.

Late-stage tributaries should be famous throughout the land, but her anonymity suggested that the Eastern Prosperity Kingdom might have hidden its strength. Other factions likely had more than just their paper strength as well.

Of course, these were mere speculations; no one knew for sure. But it was clear that everyone kept some trump cards up their sleeves.

Given this scenario, the outcome of the Immortal Alliance meeting could not be predicted by ordinary means. What would happen in the end?

The thought raced through Lin Xuan’s mind as his expression turned grim. He had been confident about Lin Xuan becoming the head of the Immortal Alliance, but now he was unsure.

Around Dòngyu City, many powerful figures had gathered both openly and secretly, making things far more complicated than expected. Would his junior brother still be able to become the head of the Immortal Alliance?

No one knew!

Or rather, there was no certainty.

The young man’s confidence wavered without him noticing. He did not doubt that Lin Xuan could overpower all opponents in a one-on-one battle, but the world of cultivation was full of treacherous plots and hidden dangers. The Black Bear King had already made deep enmity with Lin Xuan due to previous incidents.

This unresolved conflict worried him greatly. What if other old monsters joined forces...

It wasn’t impossible.

They say that a tree standing out in a forest attracts the wind, and who could blame Lin Xuan for his great fame and sudden rise, creating countless miracles? The old monsters couldn’t afford to ignore such a target and would likely unite against him.

These thoughts made the young man sigh repeatedly. His expression was filled with worry as he watched the chess game. Meanwhile, Emperor Dongyu suddenly lifted his head, turned his gaze, and locked onto Lin Xuan: "Is there another friend here? Why don't we all come up together?"

Discovered.

Lin Xuan’s eyebrows twitched in surprise; this Emperor Dongyu had a strong sense of perception.

His aura was not exposed, appearing no different from ordinary cultivators. Despite that, they could still spot his trail, indicating the emperor's formidable strength.

Could he be a domain master?

This thought flashed through his mind but couldn’t be confirmed by appearance alone.

The vastness of the Spirit Realm and the abundance of extraordinary individuals were well-known to ancient people.

Lin Xuan’s principle was to remain low-key. Since being recognized, it wouldn't do to avoid meeting him. With thoughts colliding in his mind, Lin Xuan turned around: "Senior Brother, why don’t you go into the city with Fairy Yun and find a place to stay? I'll meet this emperor after seeing him, then come back for you. What do you think?"

"Looks like we have no choice but to do so," the young man said reluctantly, his expression showing clear unease.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother; I understand."

Lin Xuan bowed and maintained a calm expression. He had faced countless challenges on his path as a cultivator, having braved many dangers. This small scene was trivial compared to what he had encountered before.

Moreover, he had no grudges with the emperor. Unless the emperor had issues, why would he take any action against him?

Senior Brother’s concern was misplaced; it was overthinking things.

With this thought, a smile appeared on Lin Xuan's lips as his body radiated intense light. He sped through the air and flew towards Emperor Dongyu's carriage.

The palace maids and officials along the way were stunned to see someone suddenly ascend onto the emperor’s seat. If he was an assassin, they would all be in grave danger.

But the imperial couple remained calm, even smiling. (To be continued...)

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