It grows stronger when faced with a strong opponent; even an Immortal Emperor would have to kneel be

"Yes, sir!"

Meng Ling'er immediately spoke, her expression full of confidence.

During this time, her relationship with Xiaoqing got better and better. At first, Xiaoqing would bite her whenever she saw her, but later she began to accept her.

Upon hearing Chen Ping's voice, Xiao Qing stretched lazily, her expression languid, as if she were nodding.

Chen Ping didn't linger any longer; with a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

Meng Ling'er gaped with envy; she also wanted to become a cultivator, to fly and travel through the earth.

Xiaoqing craned its neck, gazing at Chen Ping's disappearing figure in the distance, and a human-like expression appeared in its eyes.

The next moment, Chen Ping flashed to a mountain peak.

"Senior, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for so long."

Yuan Xing looked at Chen Ping with excitement and utmost respect.

His aura was terrifying at this moment. In just seven months, he had refined the rare and precious materials and sacred stones given to him by Chen Ping, as well as the Primordial Creation Pill.

His talent had already undergone a complete transformation, and he now possessed an ordinary holy body, reaching the level of a half-saint.

He was genuinely grateful to Chen Ping because Chen Ping was willing to provide him with resources and help him transform himself.

These are practically his second parents, even closer than his biological father.

He voluntarily became Chen Ping's follower and swore to be loyal to him to the death.

Chen Ping looked at Yuan Xing, sensing the half-saint realm within him, and nodded.

At that moment, two more powerful figures soared into the sky and came to Chen Ping's side, kneeling on one knee with respectful expressions.

"senior!"

Chen Ping waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to do that, but Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu insisted on not getting up.

Although it is unknown why Chen Ping helped them, whatever the reason, Chen Ping did save their lives twice.

In their eyes, Chen Ping was already their most respected elder, so what was wrong with kneeling and bowing to an elder?

The two of them had also reached the Half-Saint realm, making them much stronger than Yuan Xing.

Seven months is not a long time, but it's not short either.

Chen Ping looked at the two of them and nodded in satisfaction.

Today marks the opening of the Misty Wonderland, and the entire Primordial Holy Land is abuzz with excitement.

Countless disciples flew back and forth on their swords, filled with excitement.

At that moment, an enormous flying ship sailed in, its imposing presence seemingly carrying a small world within it.

The leader standing on the flying boat was none other than Sheng Tianyi, the sect master of the Primordial Holy Land.

Behind him followed countless high-ranking members of the Primordial Holy Land, and further back were the Primordial Holy Land's most outstanding disciples who were participating in the Misty Immortal Realm.

All ninety-nine disciples on the Heavenly Ranking were included.

Meng Guchen stood in the line, looking down as if searching for something.

Then he saw Chen Ping, and his eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

"senior!"

Sheng Tianyi looked down at Chen Ping and smiled.

"Young friend, come on up."

The next moment, Chen Ping, Murong Longtian, Murong Fengwu, and Yuan Xing appeared on the flying boat at the same time.

Chen Ping looked at Sheng Tianyi with a calm expression and smiled.

"The sect leader is too kind, inviting me personally."

Chen Ping's relaxed and casual movements caught the attention of everyone on the flying boat, who were all filled with curiosity.

Who is this?

So young, could he also be a disciple participating in the Misty Wonderland?

They are in the Holy Land; how come I've never seen them before?

Sheng Tianyi ignored everyone and continued to laugh.

"Young friend, this time, I would be extremely grateful if you could do your part for my Primordial Holy Land."

Sheng Tian spoke calmly, addressing Chen Ping as if they were peers.

This scene was utterly unbelievable to all the disciples on the flying boat, because none of them had ever seen Chen Ping before.

Jiang Mubai and Elder Li, who had met Chen Ping that day, did not show any surprise and remained calm.

In fact, they didn't know exactly what kind of strength Chen Ping possessed that made the sect leader so wary; they only knew that Chen Ping was extremely powerful.

However, Yan Tian, ​​standing to the side, looked thoughtful.

Chen Ping possessed the strength of a peak Saint King, which he had witnessed firsthand. But wasn't the Misty Immortal Realm only open to those within the ninth level of the Half-Saint realm?

Chen Ping doesn't seem to be following the rules, does he?

Yan Tian was puzzled, but dared not ask any more questions, thinking that Chen Ping must have some unknown methods.

After greeting Sheng Tianyi, Chen Ping led Yuan Xing and the others to stand on one side of the flying boat.

At this moment, among the disciples on the Heavenly Ranking, a young man with an extraordinary aura looked at Chen Ping.

He is Jiang Yun, the Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Land in this era!

Jiang Yun was puzzled at this moment. Why would the sect leader be so polite to this young man who was about the same age as him?

Even for someone like him, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking and the current Holy Son, the sect leader would never be so polite.

The sect leader is, after all, the sect leader. No matter how talented you are, you are still just a junior.

How could someone possibly lower themselves to be so polite to a junior? It's truly unbelievable.

Jiang Yun had doubts, but she didn't speak rashly.

This is the day the Misty Immortal Realm opens. These disciples of the Primordial Holy Land must unite as one and not allow any divisions to arise during this time.

Sheng Tianyi arrived at a corner of the flying boat and looked at the handsome and imposing young man in front of him, and spoke with a smile.

"Junior brother, what are you thinking about?"

This scene would surely shock anyone who was unaware of the situation.

A Saint King at the peak of his realm, the sect leader of the Primordial Holy Land, actually addressed a young man at the ninth level of the Half-Saint realm as his junior brother, and his tone and expression were filled with guilt.

The young man did not respond immediately upon hearing Sheng Tianyi's words.

He faced the gentle breeze and felt the vastness of the world.

After a long while, there was still no action.

Sheng Tianyi stood quietly to the side, without disturbing him.

After a moment, the young man finally made a move.

He turned to look at Sheng Tianyi, his expression indifferent.

"Any unusual activity over in Kyushu? I feel like I'm about to lose control; this should be the last time."

Upon hearing the young man's words, Sheng Tian fell silent, his eyes dimming.

The person before him was his junior brother, Ling Xiao, who, like him, was a figure from ten thousand years ago.

They once came from the same sect in the Northwest Divine Continent of the Nine Provinces, and the reason they came to the Southern Divine Continent is because of this.

They fled here after provoking a powerful enemy, and later mistakenly entered the ethereal fairyland.

They were also among the first survivors to enter the ethereal fairyland and emerge alive.

Many people entered together that time, but very few survived.

At that time, Tiannan was merely a barbarian land, far inferior to the other eight provinces of the Nine Provinces.

However, the emergence of the ethereal fairyland contains countless resources and treasures. Even a single thread of it can nurture an unparalleled saint king, which speaks volumes.

The entire Tiannan region was made more glorious by this secret realm, and top forces rose up one after another.

Peerless holy kings emerged one after another, and later these so-called top forces came into being.

The reason why Ling Xiao is so young is because he was sealed by the eternal ice.

Although the physical body was preserved, the soul has been tormented for thousands of years.

The traces of the Dao were almost completely erased, leaving behind countless Dao wounds.

He has been suppressing himself, concealing his aura, and deceiving the heavens.

Once the suppression stops, it will be his death day. The ten-thousand-year-old Dao injury will instantly crush him into ashes.

Those who deceive the will of Heaven must pay the price.

But it's worth it to seize this opportunity!

Ling Xiao was willing to do this because of revenge.

The two brothers, both disciples, sought revenge.