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

Wang Long discovered that his feet were paved with warm, white jade bricks, and the air was filled with rich and pure spiritual energy, dozens of times denser than that of the Eastern Region's Heavenly Palace City.

In the distance, rolling mountains can be seen, their peaks shrouded in clouds and mist. A waterfall cascades down from the mountainside, its sound faintly audible.

Several tall stone pillars stand around the square, their shafts carved with intricate totem patterns, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

The contestants from the Eastern Region gradually recovered from the dizziness of the teleportation and looked around. Some of them sighed softly.

"The spiritual energy in the Central Region... is indeed much richer than that in the Eastern Region."

Wang Long stood in the crowd, took a deep breath, and felt the spiritual energy, which was even more abundant than that of the Eastern Region, surging into his meridians.

Meanwhile, he kept an eye on the Emperor Seed's movements, but this time there was no reaction.

Song Tiange turned around from the front of the group, her gaze sweeping over everyone, her voice steady.

"This is the teleportation hub of the Central Region. Someone will take you to the location of the selection competition. Remember what I told you: do your best and return safely."

Everyone responded in unison.

Ye Niannu walked to Wang Long's side and lowered her voice.

"My lord, how are you feeling?"

"good."

Wang Long looked away and stretched his wrists.

"The spiritual energy here is indeed much more abundant than in the Eastern Region, but..."

He paused slightly, not hiding anything from Ye Niannu.

"When I was teleported just now, the Emperor Seed in my body seemed to have a slight reaction."

Ye Niannu was slightly taken aback, then her expression became more serious.

"A reaction is a good thing, indicating that this place may be related to the Azure Emperor."

Wang Long nodded slightly.

He remembered that the Azure Emperor's real name was Xuanming, and he was from the Xuan family of the Central Region Holy Land, which meant he had a powerful background.

Wang Long was looking forward to the transformation of this Great Emperor Seed in this place, and hoped to have the opportunity to meet the Xuan family.

After all, he owed the Azure Emperor a favor by asking him to check on the descendants of the Xuan family.

However, Wang Long knew that his current strength was not enough to make such a powerful family welcome him with open arms.

So I won't force it, I'll just let things take their course.

As the contestants from the Eastern Region were still gazing at the Central Region, a land so rich in spiritual energy that it seemed almost extravagant, a clear and melodious bell rang out from afar, long and solemn, echoing among the mountains.

Wang Long looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure slowly walking down the stone steps at the end of the White Jade Square.

The man appeared to be around forty years old, dressed in a loose gray-white robe. He had an ordinary face, but possessed a composure unique to those who had long held high positions.

Behind him followed two young servants dressed in blue robes, each holding a jade scroll in their hands, their steps respectful.

When Song Tiange saw the person, a smile appeared on her face, and she took the initiative to go to greet him.

"Lin Jieyin, how have you been?"

Lin Jieyin bowed to Song Tiange with a friendly smile.

"Lord Song, it's been many years, but you still possess the same charm. How many people have come from the Eastern Region this time?"

"All twenty-four people are here."

Song Tiange turned to the side and gestured to the group of young faces behind him.

Lin Jieyin's gaze swept over the crowd, lingering for a moment on Wang Long. He hadn't expected there to be someone who looked so old.

He quickly looked away, said nothing more, just nodded, and waved his hand lightly in the air.

A gentle yet profound power surged from his sleeve, like an invisible tide, enveloping everyone within it.

Wang Long felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, and then the surrounding space began to distort and stretch. The familiar sense of teleportation surged back, smoother and gentler than when he traveled from the Eastern Region to the Central Region, with almost no bumps.

The silvery-white light lingered in the field of vision for a few moments before slowly dissipating.

Wang Long opened his eyes and found himself standing on a piece of land suspended high in the sky.

The ground beneath my feet gleamed with a warm, translucent sheen, as if the entire land had been polished, so smooth that it reflected my image.

The air was filled with spiritual energy so dense it was almost tangible, and each breath made the flow of energy in the meridians smoother.

Wang Long looked down at the shimmering ground beneath his feet, then looked up, his gaze sweeping across the edge of the land towards the distance.

All around was a vast, boundless sea of ​​clouds, surging like waves. As far as the eye could see, only the outlines of a few mountain peaks, also suspended high in the sky, were faintly visible.

The land beneath their feet was itself forged from top-grade spirit stones.

The entire landmass resembled a massive, carved and polished spirit stone, its surface shimmering with a soft luster. Spiritual energy fluctuations rose and fell evenly like the tides, continuously emanating outwards.

Wang Long couldn't help but gasp.

He had seen many spirit stones and had also seen mountains of spirit veins in the treasuries of the Primordial Holy Palace and the Puppet Spirit Sect, but the land floating high in the sky in front of him was carved from a single piece of top-grade spirit stone.

This goes beyond the word "luxury"; it's like paving the ground with the finest natural resources of an entire mountain.

Ye Niannu stood beside him, her mouth slightly open, a rare look of blankness appearing in her peach blossom eyes.

She looked around, then looked down at the ground beneath her feet, and it took her a while to find her voice before she whispered.

"My lord... with just this piece of land, you could probably buy tens of thousands of Primordial Holy Palaces, right?"

Wang Long nodded slightly, without replying.

He surveyed the landmass suspended above the sea of ​​clouds, his gaze sweeping over the outlines of several other floating immortal mountains in the distance, and his evaluation of the Central Region's foundation quietly rose a few points.

Ye Wushuang walked to the two of them and, seeing their expressions, said calmly.

"The Central Region has a much deeper foundation than the Eastern Region. Although such a grand gesture is rare in the Central Region, it is not unusual. This platform is a place specifically used to receive participants from the five major regions, and it has existed for countless millennia."

Not far ahead, at the end of the square, stood several magnificent palaces with upturned eaves and roofs, appearing and disappearing in the sea of ​​clouds.

One after another, contestants from other areas emerged from different teleportation points, their robes varied, their auras differed, and they dispersed in twos and threes across the plaza.

Some people were talking in hushed tones, some were looking around curiously, and others were walking arrogantly toward the palace without glancing to the side.

Just then, a slight commotion arose from the crowd. Several figures walked unhurriedly from the other side of the square, their steps relaxed, their auras thick and solid, clearly indicating that they were veteran Supreme Realm cultivators with refined cultivation.

The man at the head of the group wore a dark gold robe and had a handsome face; he was none other than Zhao Heng, the holy son of the Qian Yuan Sect.

Beside him walked Wang Qingyan, who was wearing a moon-white dress. The two walked side by side, followed by several disciples who were also dressed in the Qian Yuan Sect's standard robes.

Wang Qingyan's gaze swept across the crowd in the square, then suddenly fixed on Wang Long and Ye Niannu.

Her steps abruptly halted, and her arrogant eyes narrowed instantly, revealing undisguised anger and hostility.

Zhao Heng also saw Wang Long and slowed his pace a bit.

Wang Qingyan's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but Zhao Heng gently stopped her with a raised hand.

Zhao Heng suppressed his anger and whispered a reminder.

"This is not a spiritual realm; you must not act rashly."

Wang Qingyan clenched her fingers, but ultimately did not lash out. She just glared fiercely at Wang Long, her voice extremely low.

"Just you wait!"