Immortal of the Ages

The Young Dragon Lord's face was etched with sorrow and righteous fury, as though the misfortunes he spoke of were his own.

"These fiends in dresses, how many have they harmed? How many families have they shattered? Just because they belong to the Heavenly Deity Alliance, they wreak havoc without fear. If this continues, what justice remains in the world?"

The Young Dragon Lord's roar shook the crowd, men and women alike, stirring their souls and kindling a fire in their veins, their eyes slowly threading with blood.

Yet, amidst this fervor, a voice whispered with a hint of mockery, "What's this stirring speech for? Your Southern Divine Dragon Realm has risen recently, recklessly massacring countless, far exceeding the slaves of the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm."

Such words, of course, were meant for the speaker alone. To voice them aloud would likely result in a swift, brutal end by the Young Dragon Lord, and the annihilation of his sect by the Southern Divine Dragon Realm.

Such was the way of the Samsara Galaxy! The one with the biggest stick was right! There were no truly righteous celestial sects, only supremely powerful ones.

So, no one would dare to stop the Southern Divine Dragon Realm as they stepped forward to wield justice once more.

The Young Dragon Lord, veins bulging and face flushed with the heat of his emotions, fiercely downed a cup of wine.

He poured another, lifting his cup with a burning voice, "However, the celestial order runs its course, and the heavens have mercy. The witches of the Harmony Divine Palace, with their multitude of sins, will finally meet their doom!

"At this Grand Assembly of Myriad Sects, to uphold the dignity of the common folk… All the other members of the Heavenly Deity Alliance have resolved to break free from the shadows of their ancient founders and confront the Harmony Divine Palace! And it will be us youth who'll be wielding our weapons, to rescue the common folk, and strip the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm of their lofty status!"

The Young Dragon Lord raised his cup high, his voice ringing out clear and hot, "So, what should we do next? You all know what's at stake."

"To save the celestial slaves, to crush the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm!"

"For the celestial slaves we fight!"

As soon as the Young Dragon Lord's voice faded, a fiery clamor erupted, and young heroes raised their cups high.

"To win this battle and rid our Heavenly Deity Stellar River of wretched slavery forever! Let all men live upright lives, free from tragedy. Those with ambition, raise your cups!"

At the Young Dragon Lord's call, everyone in the Sun-Moon Star Tower, whether moved by the heat of the moment or not, stood and raised their glasses in fervor.

This was the power of a call that summoned 100 responses!

It was almost a covenant sealed in blood.

"For the celestial slaves, drink!"

"Drink!" The Young Dragon Lord downed his drink in one gulp and then smashed his cup to the ground.

All around him, cups shattered on the floor in the name of justice, leaving the Sun-Moon Star Tower littered with shards of glass.

From this moment, the Southern Divine Dragon Realm at the Grand Assembly Arena had gathered momentum.

Though a bit crude and forced, this tactic was effective even on the celestial path.

The way of Immortals and the Jianghu were not so different: the stronger you were, the more followers you had!

And the Young Dragon Lord, seeing his plan come to fruition, finally allowed a satisfied smile to spread across his face after his initial anger.

"Of course, the exception is that celestial slave Feng Yao is keeping!!" the Young Dragon Lord suddenly declared with a laugh.

"Hahaha!"

Laughter filled the hall, mixed with scorn for the pair, disdain for the incomplete life of Yun Xiao, jokes about Feng Yao's fate as the Supreme Yin Cauldron, and fawning over the rise of a new overlord in the Southern Divine Dragon Realm. řÃƝộΒЁ𝘴

Indeed, this was the path of Immortals!

As long as there were ranks, there would be struggles for power, opportunism, and social niceties.

"Where are our friends from the Blazing Yang Sect, Wind Pool Valley, and Thunder Devil Sect?" The Young Dragon Lord suddenly turned solemn, naming three celestial sects.

"Young Dragon Lord."

From the crowd of prodigies, several figures stepped forward, approaching the Young Dragon Lord.

The gathering was split into three factions, each radiant in splendor.

Adorned in dazzling robes, their Coronas gleamed, and their presence was extraordinary, their celestial power surging.

All of them appeared to be more powerful than Long Qingyang, who was a Fourth Baptism Realm Samsara Disciple!

"Yang Yang, Liu Liu, at the last Grand Assembly of Myriad Sects, where did your Blazing Yang Sect rank?" the Young Dragon Lord asked.

Even though the Southern Divine Dragon Realm was not a part of the Heavenly Deity Alliance, his words seemed to carry the weight of one speaking from a higher station.

Yang Yang, a youth with long crimson hair, had a complexion as red as molten lava, his eyes narrow like the mouth of a volcano, his entire demeanor fiery, almost scorching those who drew near.

And Liu Liu, the orange-haired celestial beauty he was accompanying, was also a direct descendant of the Blazing Yang Sect. She was shrouded in a gentle yet all-encompassing orange flame, evoking the feeling of an autumn fire. Her figure was willowy, the epitome of grace.

"Young Dragon Lord, last time our Blazing Yang Sect ranked 20th, one place above the Harmony Divine Palace, and this year, we have 9 Samsara Disciples and over 30 Taiji Disciples," Yang Yang said, his voice fiery.

"Excellent! At least in terms of disciples, you surpass the Harmony Divine Palace," the Young Dragon Lord said with a smile.

To receive such praise from the Young Dragon Lord was a testament to the exceptional nature of the Blazing Yang Sect.

Among the 555 celestial sects of the Heavenly Deity Stellar River, ranking in the top 20 in the Grand Assembly of Myriad Sects was already considered top-tier under the Heavenly Deity Alliance.

And to many, the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm seemed to have also fallen into this second tier.

"Shen Shen, Qian Qian, how about Wind Pool Valley?" the Young Dragon Lord asked much more softly, turning his attention to the other two.

They were a striking pair, one in a blue gown, the other in green, with breezes swirling around them as if ushering in the spring.

These twin maidens were fresh and natural, pure and lovely, eliciting compassion.

Unlike Liu Liu of the Blazing Yang Sect, who was married, these two drew more eyes.

The renown of Shen Shen and Qian Qian spread far, stirring curiosity—just how deep or shallow was the Wind Pool Valley?

"The Wind Pool Valley ranked 28th last time," the two replied in unison, as if their minds were linked.

"Very good!" The Young Dragon Lord was pleased. His gaze swept over their delicate forms without lingering too long; after all, deep or shallow, to him, it was all shallow.

His eyes then settled on the last group, a peculiar trio.

This trio included two figures, each standing eight feet tall, nearly matching the ten-foot stature of the Young Dragon Lord. However, they had broader builds with thick legs and arms, making them likely heavier than him.

Their skin was violet, resembling crocodile hide, with curved claws like scimitars on their palms, and wild violet hair. Their faces were fierce, with sharp fangs flipping over their lower lips.

Clearly, these beings were not human, but devils—mighty aberrations among their kind, known as Thunder Devils.

"Lei Ting, how did the Thunder Devil Sect fare?" the Young Dragon Lord asked with a smile, his gaze resting on the middle one of the trio.

This one in the center was undoubtedly a Thunder Devil too. Yet, he differed greatly from the other two.

Firstly, he stood only as tall as Yun Xiao himself, reaching merely to the Young Dragon Lord's midsection. Moreover, his violet, crocodile-like skin was much more delicate.

And his face was almost human-like, even handsome. Especially standing next to the other two Thunder Devils, he appeared even more refined.

Lei Ting had a voice like thunder and seemed capable of standing up to the Young Dragon Lord himself.

"Last time? Around 30th," he said, his tone indifferent.

The Young Dragon Lord chuckled at the response, "This time it's different. With you, a purebred Thunder Devil among us, breaking into the top 20 shouldn't be hard."

Lei Ting merely smiled slightly, saying nothing more.

However, from the way the other celestial talents around him looked at him, it was clear that this purebreed Thunder Devil was a formidable figure among the geniuses of the Heavenly Deity Stellar River.

The three great celestial sects the Young Dragon Lord had mentioned were indeed well-known powers within the Heavenly Deity Stellar River. Their domains might not be as vast as the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm, but they were each at least 500 times larger than the Celestial Court.

Their presence here also indicated that their relations were amicable.

Often, in the battles at the Grand Assembly Arena, such sects would not consume each other. As bigger fish, they prioritized smaller prey, competing over the speed of consumption rather than engaging in direct confrontations that might strain their relationships.

"So…" The Young Dragon Lord surveyed the three groups. "Coming up, your Blazing Yang Sect, Wind Pool Valley, and Thunder Devil Sect are the closest in strength to the Harmony Divine Palace among all the celestial sects. When the battle commences, you will reach the Extreme Yin Star first, trap them, and keep them in check. Can you do this?"

Of course, this was more of a command than a request. There was no more to disobey.

Yang Yang looked up and said, "Young Dragon Lord, if the three of us join forces, we can take them down and hand them over to you."

"No need!" The Young Dragon Lord chuckled darkly. "The Southern Divine Dragon Realm will personally trample the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm and don the crown of the Heavenly Deity Alliance!"

"Understood." Shen Shen and Qian Qian naturally had no objections.

Lei Ting and his two Thunder Devil brothers gave a faint smile, as if to agree.

"So, make sure Feng Yao doesn't leave the Extreme Yin Star, understand?" the Young Dragon Lord said with a grin.

"Those who know, know," Yang Yang smiled cryptically.

Indeed, who didn't understand what the Young Dragon Lord was up to?

"The Grand Assembly Arena is arranged by actual locations. The Southern Divine Dragon Star is too far from the Extreme Yin Star; just getting there takes time. So, before we arrive, it's all on you!" the Young Dragon Lord said.

"No problem!"

The three groups had eyes blazing with ambition.

"Hahaha..." The Young Dragon Lord laughed, then swept his gaze over everyone. Finally, he declared loudly, "What are you waiting for? Exchange the flying talismans, and then, to the battlefield!"

BUZZ! The moment they had been waiting for finally arrived, and the crowd couldn't help but cheer.

Flying talismans were allowed on the battlefield! Exchanging talismans meant maintaining alliances—constant contact, support, mutual aid, division of spoils. Anyone who was part of today's celebration was an ally!

Once the talismans formed a network, they became a superpower, unmatched by anyone.

Watching the Sun-Moon Star Tower erupt in its final revelry, the Young Dragon Lord looked towards the direction of the Grand Assembly Arena, like a starry sovereign ruling over the cosmos...

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