Meanwhile, in the Cloud Outer Land.
The emergence site of the Wanxiang Dragon Root in the northwest.
"Buzz!"
As the central ball of light suddenly burst forth from the ground, the surrounding powerhouses who had been waiting for a long time all soared into the air and dashed toward the radiance.
"Swish swish swish!"
Accompanied by the movements of the crowd, a group of figures suddenly appeared, walking on the waves from the distance.
"Boom!"
As the leading man flicked his sleeve, the air around him exploded into ripple after ripple of fissures. ๐ณ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ป๐๐๐๐ฅ.๐๐ ๐
"Netherworld Venerable!"
Seeing the emerging figure, all the powerhouses around braced themselves.
"Netherworld Venerable, you never participate in the struggle for emerging treasures. Why break the precedent this time?"
Observing the silver-clothed and black-haired figure in front of them, he seemed to stand tall and upright like a monumental existence, with a dark golden mask concealing the manโs handsome, celestial features.
The domineering aura that diffused from him seemed to split heaven and earth asunder.
That terrifying aura, without any movement, was enough to deter the powerhouses competing for the Wanxiang Dragon Root here.
It was an aura of unique supremacy and unmatched pride.
"I do not intend to compete with you. I only wish to borrow the Dian Sheng Pen from the Daqin Saint Institute," said Ye Qianming, his gaze passing over the location of the Wanxiang Dragon Root, and looking at an elder in vermilion clothes holding the huge Dian Sheng Pen not far away.
The latter was the same elder Luo Qingtong had seen in the Black Domain Suburb, who offered her a purple recommendation letter for the Daqin Saint Institute.
Upon hearing that Ye Qianming wished to borrow his Dian Sheng Pen, the elder burst into hearty laughter.
"Good! If the Netherworld Venerable wishes to borrow it, Iโd happily oblige. However, I would ask the Netherworld Venerable to fetch me the Wanxiang Dragon Root! My old bones canโt withstand the torment of illness any longer!" the vermilion-clothed elder said cheerfully.
Ye Qianming said nothing, his gaze merely sweeping over everyone present.
"Did you all hear what he said? This Wanxiang Dragon Root, I, the Venerable... shall take it!"
As he spoke, he suddenly waved his sleeves.
"Boom boom boom!"



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