Xuan ordered the Saint to bow down to greet them, and six hundred geniuses and heroes were waiting on both sides of the road.

This was the first time that countless people had seen such a scene in their lives. Even if there were thousands of words, they could not describe how shocked and complicated their feelings were at the moment.

Not long ago, everyone felt that Saint Xuanling was high and mighty, like a fairy in the palace of the Ninth Heaven, isolated from the world and out of reach.

In the blink of an eye, the saint seemed to be forcibly dragged into the mundane world, and her words and actions became those of a maid.

The contrast is too strong to be accepted for a while.

"How high is the sky?"

Some people look up at the sky, thinking that they are as small as ants. They are afraid that they will never reach high even if they exhaust all their efforts in this life, and they sigh quietly.

"I wonder what kind of person the ancestor of Xuanling Holy Land is. I really want to see his face."

The hundreds of millions of cultivators in Cangyuzhou only know that Xuanling Holy Land has an extremely powerful ancestor, but who he is and what kind of power he possesses are all unknown.

"In addition to the ancestor of the Holy Land, there are two more people. What are their origins? Does anyone know?"

What interests everyone even more is that the two distinguished guests who are qualified to travel side by side with the ancestors of the holy land must be great figures standing at the top of the world, and no one knows what their identities are.

"If I can get this far in my life, I will die without regrets."

Many people can't help but fantasize and enter the imaginary world of their own creation, becoming deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

Follow the Xiayun Road to the chariot.

The three of them had just sat down in the front hall of the chariot when Su Qianran immediately came over to pour tea and water, and brought some spiritual fruits. He bowed and then left.

"Back!"

Su Qianran stood at the front of the chariot and gave an order.

"Rumble..."

The chariot started, turned around, and drove quickly towards the Xuanling Holy Land.

The event was so grand that countless monks were fortunate enough to witness it, leaving a mark deep in their souls that they will never forget.

Soon, the chariot stopped at the gate of the holy land.

The sea of ​​clouds is rolling and the fairy air is floating.

The Holy Lord had been waiting here for a long time. When he saw the chariot coming back, he went out to greet it with a group of core elders, his face full of joy, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Please ask the Patriarch and the two distinguished guests to move and rest."

Ignoring the gazes of others, the Holy Lord walked to the position of the first chariot, bowed his head and spoke with respect.

The Lord of Xuanling Holy Land, a big man in the eyes of hundreds of millions of practitioners, dominated the rise and fall and survival of many galaxies and could be called a overlord of his generation.

However, this kind of existence is like a servant, waiting at the side with trepidation in his heart.

It was the first time that everyone in the lower sect saw the Holy Lord, and they did not expect this scene. They were standing below, staring up at him infatuatedly, with all kinds of emotions surging in their hearts, their faces stunned, and they could not say a word.

Countless people stared with their eyes wide open, wanting to see clearly what the person looked like who could make the Xuanling Holy Land welcome him with such fanfare.

Unfortunately, although Chen Qingyuan and others walked out of the chariot, there was a thin mist surrounding their bodies, and the people present could not see through them.

Surrounded by the crowd, Chen Qingyuan and others entered the holy land.

In an elegant palace, three people sat in elegant seats. In front of each of them was a long jade table filled with various precious fruits and wines.

Outside the hall, Su Qianran kept standing there and refused to leave.

As long as the Grandmaster gave the order, Su Qianran would ensure that he would be able to go in at the first opportunity, wait for instructions, and fulfill his duties as a junior.

In the hall, Chen Qingyuan was holding a pale white box with a holy medicine inside. He closed his eyes and used his soul to absorb the power of the holy medicine.

When this strand of soul power is fully developed, it can return to the main body together with the power of the holy medicine.

Yan Ze had wanted to get to the bottom of this matter for a long time, but he had been holding it in until now. He could no longer hold it in, so he secretly sent a message and asked, "Why did you insist on asking Your Majesty to come here?"

Wang Taohua turned her head and looked at Yan Ze, smiled slightly, and replied in a voice transmission: "You will know when the time comes, I can't tell you now."

"So mysterious?" Yan Ze frowned, becoming even more curious.

"It's not a bad thing for you and me." Wang Taohua sent another message.

"All right!"

Yan Ze did not ask any more questions. Anyway, the celebration day of the holy land would be here soon, so all he had to do was wait.

Chen Qingyuan was unaware of the conversation between the two friends. At this moment, he was refining this holy medicine with a special method, at a relatively slow speed and with full concentration.

......

One month flies by in a blink of an eye.

The Holy Land Competition has begun!

Venue: Changle Terrace.

Located on top of the mountains, in the sea of ​​clouds.

It covers a vast area, like a small world, and you can't see the end with the naked eye.

In the center, there are dozens of circular arenas, each with a diameter of a thousand feet. From the outside, it looks like a thousand feet in diameter. If you are inside, it feels much wider.

Each arena is engraved with very special laws of space.

There is no way the monks under the divine bridge can break through it, which is enough for them to exert their full strength without feeling restricted.

At the deepest part of Changle Terrace, there stands a high platform.

There are only three seats on the top stage.

The next row has hundreds of seats.

The people from the lower sect and most of the people in the holy land can only stay on a slightly higher and wider platform.

"The Patriarch is here."

An elder from the holy land was the first to discover it and was extremely excited.

When everyone heard this, they all looked sideways.

A small chariot shuttled through the void, pushed the clouds to both sides, appeared in front of everyone, and finally stopped at the edge of the platform.

Chen Qingyuan and others got down from the chariot and sat on the top of the platform.

There are three private rooms arranged side by side.

Sitting here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Changle Terrace.

Even the Holy Lord and several supreme elders did not dare to put themselves at the top. They knew very well that they were not qualified to be on the same level as the Grand Master.

A few days ago, the Holy Lord and others came to pay their respects and greet Chen Qingyuan. When they met Chen Qingyuan, they appeared calm and respectful on the surface, but they were doubtful and puzzled in their hearts.

The cultivation level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm? Is this true or false?

Since this person can be on par with the Grandmaster, he must be extraordinary. The so-called Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivation must have been deliberately created and must not be underestimated.

This young man is definitely a terrifying existence. He likes this kind of pretentious way of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

The Holy Lord and others thought so, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes when they looked at Chen Qingyuan.

As for Yan Ze's identity, there is no need to say more. When he passed the tribulation, many high-level officials of Xuanling Holy Land went to witness it.

"Qianran, you must serve the ancestor and the two distinguished guests well."

Without orders, the Holy Lord and his companions would not dare to climb the platform at the top. Therefore, this difficult task could only be entrusted to Su Qianran.

"The disciple understands."

Su Qianran was fully aware of the importance of this matter and nodded heavily.

"It's almost time, let's get started!"

Afterwards, the Holy Lord glanced around, looked serious, and presided over the meeting personally.