The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Ye Wushuang gestured for the two to enter the hall, and only spoke slowly after the hall doors closed.

"News has come from the Central Holy Land that the spiritual veins have been fluctuating recently, and several ancient ruins have shown signs of opening ahead of schedule. After discussion, the managers of the five major domains have decided to bring forward the selection process for the entire domain."

"In advance to what time?"

Wang Long asked in confusion, "I just broke through to the Supreme Realm, and the selection competition is already here?"

"Two weeks later."

Ye Wushuang's gaze fell on Wang Long.

"I was initially worried that you wouldn't have enough time to break through to the Supreme Realm, but..."

She paused, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

"It seems I was overthinking it."

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu breathed a sigh of relief, her tone tinged with smugness.

"My lord just broke through to a higher level a few days ago, so you've arrived just in time!"

Ye Wushuang nodded, but her expression was not completely relaxed.

"Although you have broken through to the Supreme Realm, this selection process is more complex than ever before."

"All participants from the five major domains will be present. You should have some experience with those from the four major sects of the Central Domain, having fought against them in the Spirit Realm."

"In addition, there are several ancient sects in the Southern and Northern Regions. Most of their holy sons and daughters are at least at the Supreme Realm, and many have been immersed in the mid-to-late stages of the Supreme Realm for many years."

"Throughout the history of participants from the Eastern Region, there has been almost no precedent of anyone surviving the first round. Therefore, this time, I only hope that you can return safely."

Ye Niannu took Wang Long's arm, her tone resolute.

"Don't worry, Master, we'll definitely make it through the first round!"

Wang Long didn't speak, but simply nodded solemnly to Ye Wushuang.

Since you're going to compete, your goal should naturally be to win the championship. If you don't have a goal, you might as well stay home and sleep!

The next morning, Ye Wushuang set off again with Wang Long and Ye Niannu to meet up in Tianque City.

When Xiao Qiu arrived at Tianque City, a large number of people had already gathered in the square.

Cultivators in various robes stood in twos and threes in different parts of the square. Some closed their eyes to rest, some talked in hushed tones, and some were giving their sect leaders their final instructions.

Wang Long glanced at them briefly and saw that there were about twenty holy sons and daughters from more than a dozen top sects in the Eastern Region. They were all at the Supreme Realm, but their auras were even more unstable than when he had just broken through.

When Wang Long and Ye Niannu jumped off the back of the golden giant bird, all eyes in the crowd turned to them.

"Those are the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Primordial Holy Palace? Even those two from the Qian Yuan Sect in the Spirit Realm fell to them?"

"I heard that man is the one who withstood the self-destruction of the Puppet Master despite possessing a Saint-level physique..."

"He's already broken through to the Supreme Realm; that's an incredibly fast breakthrough."

The whispers were kept low, but they still drifted over on the wind.

The holy sons and daughters exchanged glances, and one of them took the lead and walked towards Wang Long and Ye Niannu.

The leader was a tall, handsome young man with a kind face, dressed in a dark green robe, who clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"You two must be the Holy Son Wang and Holy Daughter Ye of the Primordial Holy Palace? I am Zhou Yanzhi, the Holy Son of the Xuancang Sect. I have long admired your name."

Wang Long returned the greeting with a cupped hand.

"You're too kind, Master Zhou."

Several more people came up behind Zhou Yanzhi, mostly holy sons and daughters of various sects in the Eastern Region, and they were polite and friendly.

Someone mentioned the rumors about the spirit realm, their tone tinged with curiosity and admiration.

Wang Long responded to each question calmly.

Ye Niannu stood beside him, occasionally interjecting with a few words, her face beaming with smiles.

In the distance, several sect leaders were surrounding Ye Wushuang, offering their congratulations on breaking through to the Heavenly Supreme realm, saying things like "The Primordial Holy Palace has a worthy successor."

Ye Wushuang responded with a cool expression, but her gaze would occasionally drift across the crowd to Wang Long, as if to check on his condition.

Before long, Song Tiange appeared on the high platform in the square.

Today he changed into a more formal dark blue robe, stood with his hands behind his back, and his voice, amplified by spiritual energy, clearly echoed throughout the square.

"Gentlemen, all the participants from the Eastern Region have arrived. The regional selection is a grand event jointly organized by the five major regions. Your presence here represents not only your respective sects, but also the reputation of the entire Eastern Region."

He glanced at everyone, paused, and then added a sentence.

"However, while saving face is important, life is more important."

"Do your best and return safely; that's the most important thing. I'm already used to the rankings in the Eastern Region; you don't need to feel too much pressure."

Someone couldn't help but chuckle softly, and the atmosphere lightened a bit.

Wang Long stood in the crowd and turned to ask Zhou Yanzhi beside him.

"Lord Song said that the Eastern Region has always been eliminated in the first round?"

Zhou Yanzhi gave a wry smile and lowered his voice.

"It's been like this for nearly a thousand years. The last batch of our Xuancang Sect's senior brothers and sisters made it through the first round, which was already considered the best result in recent centuries. The spiritual energy in the Eastern Region is thin, and there are few inheritances, so it really can't compare with the major sects in the Central and Southern Regions."

Wang Long nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder the people from the four major sects of the Central Region in the Spirit Realm treated the cultivators from the Eastern Region with such disdain.

If you're used to being at the bottom, you're naturally more likely to be looked down upon.

However, this year's Eastern Region is probably a little different.

Song Tiange gave a few more instructions and then gestured for everyone to follow him.

The group traveled along the path behind the city lord's mansion for a distance when suddenly an ancient and grand stone platform appeared ahead.

The stone platform was several times wider than any formation Wang Long had ever seen. It was constructed entirely of some kind of dark gray stone, and its surface was covered with densely packed runes, with subtle spatial fluctuations flowing through it.

A faint, slight suction could be felt in the air, as if it were actively drawing something in.

The moment Wang Long stepped onto the edge of the stone platform, the Great Emperor Seed deep within his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled slightly, very lightly and briefly, before returning to calm.

He paused for a moment, turned his head to look at Ye Niannu, who was looking around and did not notice anything unusual.

Wang Long withdrew his gaze, remained silent, and simply kept that faint sensation in his mind.

Song Tiange stood in the center of the stone platform, took out a token that shimmered with silvery-white light from his sleeve, and embedded it into the groove in the center of the platform. The array patterns began to light up one by one, the light spreading outwards from the center, and the runes flowed and surged in the light, like living things.

"Gentlemen, stand still and prepare to depart."

Everyone composed themselves and took their positions.

The light from the teleportation array grew brighter and brighter, enveloping the entire stone platform, filling the field of vision with a silvery-white glow.

The next instant, a dizzying sensation surged from beneath my feet, and the surrounding scenery rapidly blurred, distorted, and stretched, transforming into countless flowing rays of light. The wind whistled past my ears and then quickly receded into the distance.

Wang Long felt as if he had been thrown into a wide river, his body enveloped by a gentle yet irresistible force, and was rapidly moving forward along a fixed trajectory.

After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of weightlessness suddenly subsided, and my feet touched a solid surface again.

The silvery-white light slowly dissipated.

He opened his eyes and found himself standing on a similarly wide stone platform, but the scenery around him was completely different from that of the Eastern Region.