The treasure pavilion was tall and magnificent, resplendent in gold and jade, with myriad spirits appearing and disappearing, dreamlike and illusory, accompanied by ethereal immortal qi.
It contained spatial laws, making it very spacious. It was an important venue for the Imperial Son of this clan to entertain distinguished guests. Immortal aura permeated the air, with one jade table after another, each corresponding to a precious throne. The seats were spaced far apart, each occupied by a powerful figure.
There were supreme powerhouses from the human, demon, and beast races, Sovereigns from the thirty-six empires with Heavenly King ancestors overseeing them, and some peerless powerhouses from the Ancient Emperor Continent who rarely appeared in the world. Each exuded a powerful aura, becoming honored guests.
When Ye Chen walked in, the gazes of everyone in the treasure pavilion fell upon him.
The person seated at the very center of the uppermost part of the pavilion was a young man of medium build. He did not appear tall, yet he possessed a divine charm of being peerless and unrivaled, the only supreme being across the six directions and eight wildernesses.
He had purple hair, and his pupils were an eerie purple, like cold lightning flashing, making people dare not look directly at him.
He sat upon the central divine throne, wearing a divine crown and a robe that commanded the submission of myriad spirits. His entire body flowed with radiant light, exuding an overwhelming nobility and a domineering aura that asked, "Who dares contend with me?"
Merely sitting there, he seemed to resonate with the myriad Daos of heaven and earth, like a Great Emperor descending to the mortal world, looking down upon the human realm.
He was Di Wushuang, the one hosting this grand feast, the brother of Di Wuming, both sons of Tai Sheng Huang, an extremely fearsome existence.
His gaze fell upon Ye Chen. His purple gaze was as tangible and intimidating as a physical force, making one dare not meet it directly, lest terrifying scenes of mountains collapsing and earth splitting appear, causing one's Primordial Spirit to explode.
Furthermore, on either side of him, there were three jade tables placed slightly closer, seating two men and one woman, who appeared extraordinary.
The woman looked to be only in her twenties, clad in a green lotus immortal robe, her cloud-like hair cascading like a waterfall, a radiant crown upon her head, her skin as smooth as congealed fat.
Her beauty might not quite match that of the Three Immortal Maidens, but it was not far off. She was a stunning beauty in the mortal world, yet she appeared aloof and lofty. Her flawless face showed no expression, like Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, sacred and inviolable.
The two men: the one at the left jade table was tall and imposing, seated there with brilliant golden light surging around him like terrifying waves, accompanied by dazzling radiance that made one dare not look directly.
His expression was very cold, as if he were the Sun Sovereign reincarnated. Amidst the blazing light, he was like a divine son, his body as majestic as a mountain, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Ye Chen, filled with ruthless indifference.
The other man was also tall, but clad in dark black battle armor, with an aura that seemed capable of freezing everything in the world leaking from him. He wore a bright moon divine crown upon his head, resembling a king traversing the night, representing darkness.
Upon seeing these three, Ye Chen immediately understood. As expected, these three were the powerhouses from the legendary Tai Sheng Shang Gong, Sun God Dynasty, and Ancient Night Hall. Each appeared so young and unimaginably powerful.
What concerned him most was Tai Sheng Shang Gong. He had always thought the imperial clan was Tai Sheng Shang Gong, and Tai Sheng Shang Gong was the imperial clan.
But now it seemed there was a certain difference.
Indeed, the waters of the Ancient Emperor Continent ran deep, not something easily understood.
Di Wushuang's gaze, carrying the terrifying imagery of heaven collapsing and earth rending, nodded slightly at Ye Chen and smiled, "Battle Saint King, I am deeply grateful that you could spare the time to attend this feast."
"It is only proper," Ye Chen replied naturally, cupping his fists towards Di Wushuang on the central throne. Then he led the Three Immortal Maidens, the Peacock King, Yiyi, and the little divine dragon to an empty, unoccupied jade table.
"Hold on."
At this moment, the young supreme powerhouse from the Sun God Dynasty spoke up, looking coldly at Ye Chen's group. He even flicked his sleeve, sending out a sea of immortal flames that swept directly towards Ye Chen and his companions. "Although Brother Wushuang invited you, Qian, alone, not everyone has the qualification to enter the treasure pavilion and participate in the feast. Others who are unrelated dare to enter—that is a crime. And you, Qian, who brought everyone in—that is a greater crime. Now, all of you get out immediately, return to the outside world."
This was a terrifying divine flame, even Dao Fire, truly condensed from law runes, capable of incinerating everything in the world. Even supreme powerhouses could not withstand it for long and would be burned to charcoal.
Many present changed expressions. This young supreme powerhouse from the Sun God Dynasty was truly powerful.
However, whether it was the supreme powerhouses from the three races, those empire Sovereigns, or the reclusive super powerhouses, they all watched this scene without believing Ye Chen would be killed. Instead, they observed with great interest.
Yet Ye Chen simply flicked his sleeve in response. There was no vast dao fluctuation, but visibly, all the divine flames that rushed before Ye Chen were directly collected, everything vanishing into thin air.
This method caused some of the terrifying existences present to involuntarily narrow their eyes, looking at Ye Chen with renewed seriousness.
The young supreme powerhouse from the Sun God Dynasty also looked deeply at Ye Chen but did not attack again, as if acknowledging Ye Chen's status.
However, the Peacock King grew angry, his expression darkening. "A person from the Sun God Dynasty? Acting without permission, you are too rude. Is this the conduct of people from the Sun God Dynasty?"
"Silence!"
The young supreme powerhouse from the Sun God Dynasty roared, his voice shaking the heavens and earth, his golden hair dancing wildly, piercing through layers of void.
He stood up, like a Primordial Times god descending to the mortal world, looking down from a commanding height at the Peacock King. "Do you wish to die? I can grant it to you immediately."
Boom—
The young supreme powerhouse, like the reincarnation of the Sun Sovereign, suddenly attacked, shaking the vast sky. He condensed into a streak of golden light that descended before the Peacock King, unleashing a Sun Fist accompanied by one blazing sun after another rising into the sky, endless immortal flames incinerating everything.
The Peacock King naturally stood firm without fear. Although his Samsara had failed, he was ultimately a King, and in the Dao of Void, he had reached the pinnacle of his generation. Even an Imperial Son could not match his achievements in this Dao.
On his body, one spatial gate after another appeared, densely packed, covering his entire form, as if connecting to the myriad worlds. He directly diverted the attacks of the Sun God Dynasty's young supreme powerhouse into the spatial gates.
This was a stunning method, far beyond imagination, showing just how profound the Peacock King's mastery of the Void Dao was.
Moreover, the Peacock King stepped forward to counterattack, striking out with a Great Tumbling Monument Palm that shattered the void.
Boom—
The young supreme powerhouse from the Sun God Dynasty raised his fist to meet it, erupting with blazing, dazzling Sun God radiance that clashed head-on with the Great Tumbling Monument Palm. Explosive divine light shot into the sky, annihilating everything, shattering the void.
During the clash, the Peacock King's figure staggered back several steps. He grunted, a few strands of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his expression slightly pale.
After all, his Samsara had failed, his foundation unstable, and the young supreme powerhouse emerging from the Sun God Dynasty was too powerful.
The opponent pressed his advantage, carrying a sea of divine flames formed from runes that surged over, submerging everything, crashing towards the Peacock King, and sneering coldly, "Just a little demon who failed his Samsara, and you dare attack me? I'll give you a lesson you'll never forget for life."
Boom—
Yet at this moment, Ye Chen appeared with a whoosh before the Peacock King, standing like an immovable mountain!