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

Standing beside Wang Long, Ye Wushuang sensed the slight tension in his body and transmitted a message to Wang Long and Ye Niannu.

"This is the Eternal Emperor, Ji Changgeng!"

Her voice trembled slightly. True emperors are few and far between in this world.

"One of the five surviving emperors of the human race, he has been guarding the Valley of Ten Thousand Herbs in the Central Region for many years, proving his imperial status by saying that 'all plants and trees have spirits.'"

"It is said that he has lived for nearly ten thousand years and is the only expert in the five major domains to ascend to the Emperor level through the art of medicine. He rarely shows his face, but this time, he personally stepped forward for the entire domain selection..."

Wang Long's heart stirred slightly. He recalled the Great Emperor Seed deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, and also the dying words of the Azure Emperor Xuanming.

He withdrew his gaze, calmed his mind, and simply watched quietly as the figure landed gracefully.

After landing, Ji Changgeng's gaze swept across the crowd in the square with a gentle expression, like a kind elder looking at a junior.

He spoke, his voice calm and unhurried, like a gentle breeze.

"The little guys from the five major domains have all arrived? Not bad, this year's batch looks more energetic than the last."

Among the crowd, several sect leaders bowed respectfully, their demeanor respectful but not obsequious.

Song Tiange also bowed slightly as a greeting.

Ji Changgeng waved his hand, indicating that everyone did not need to be so polite.

"The competition officially begins tomorrow. Take a good rest today and familiarize yourself with the environment. There are designated accommodation and dining areas on this platform. Find a place to settle down."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the palace at the end of the square, his steps leisurely, like an old man taking a stroll after dinner.

But as he passed by Wang Long, he paused slightly.

It was a fleeting moment, so brief that almost no one noticed.

His gaze fell on Wang Long, lingering for a moment. A very faint light flashed in his gentle eyes, so fast it was like an illusion.

He then looked away and continued walking without stopping or glancing back.

Wang Long stood still, feeling the Great Emperor Seed deep within his sea of ​​consciousness tremble slightly for a moment, as if it had been gently knocked on by something, before returning to silence.

He calmly suppressed the shock in his heart and watched the figure in the green robe disappear into the distance with a normal expression.

After he walked away, the invisible pressure on the square slowly dissipated, the wind began to flow again, and the clouds resumed their churning motion.

Someone let out a long breath, their voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"That was the Longevity Emperor... This is the first time I've ever seen an emperor-level powerhouse in person..."

Zhou Yanzhi, standing beside Wang Long, also breathed a sigh of relief and whispered.

"Fortunately, the Emperor did not release his oppressive aura, otherwise we might not even be able to stand up."

"But Brother Wang, when the Emperor passed by you just now, he seemed to glance at you twice?"

Wang Long shook his head and smiled.

"Perhaps!"

In the distance, the holy sons and daughters of the four major sects also withdrew their gazes.

Yin Jiuyou shifted her gaze from Wang Long, seemingly lost in thought.

Ling Feng and Yun Qingge exchanged a glance but said nothing.

Shi Yue and Meng Qingluo had already turned and walked towards the palace without even looking back.

Zhao Heng and Wang Qingyan stood together, neither of them speaking, but Wang Qingyan couldn't help but glance in Wang Long's direction before quickly looking away.

Wang Long took all of this in without saying a word.

He turned around and said to Ye Niannu.

"Let's go, let's find a place to settle down first, and then explore this area properly."

Ye Niannu nodded, naturally took his arm, and the two walked side by side toward the guesthouse area on the other side of the square.

This Sendai, suspended above the sea of ​​clouds, was much larger than he had imagined.

Besides the magnificent palace in the center, there are courtyards and corridors scattered around, all made of the same warm, luminous building materials.

In the distance, clouds and mist surged, and occasionally a few cranes would fly through the clouds, uttering clear and melodious cries.

As Wang Long and Ye Niannu walked side by side through the corridor, Ye Wushuang's voice came from behind them.

"Wang Long, come with me for a moment."

Wang Long stopped and turned his head to see Ye Wushuang standing a few steps away at the corner of the corridor, her face cold, but her eyes carrying a hint of profound meaning.

Ye Niannu also stopped, looked at Ye Wushuang and then at Wang Long, without asking any questions. She simply released Wang Long's arm and whispered.

"Then I'll wait for you at the inn."

Wang Long nodded and turned to walk towards Ye Wushuang.

At the corner of the corridor, Ye Wushuang stopped and turned to look at Wang Long.

Her gaze was calm, yet carried a rare hint of seriousness, as if she were considering something.

"Come with me."

She didn't offer any further explanation, but simply turned and walked along an inconspicuous path on one side of the corridor.

The path was hidden among several gnarled ancient trees; if she hadn't deliberately turned in, Wang Long would hardly have noticed that there was a path there.

Wang Long followed without hesitation.

The two walked one after the other along the winding path. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the surrounding light gradually became soft and hazy, as if they had stepped into another space from some invisible boundary.

The path beneath my feet vanished without me noticing, replaced by an open space bathed in soft light. The surrounding scenery was blurry and distant, as if only this small patch of land remained in the world.

Wang Long stopped in his tracks, his gaze slightly fixed.

He could sense that the surrounding space was undergoing a subtle change, a change that was not the familiar fluctuations of the teleportation array, but a deeper, almost imperceptible "reshaping".

It's as if someone is using an unseen hand to gently peel this small space away from the larger world.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, neither moving nor speaking.

The next moment, a figure appeared silently in front of them.

It was none other than the immortal princess Chang Geng.

He stood there casually, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Wang Long with a gentle yet insightful scrutiny.

The surrounding space froze completely the moment he appeared.

Wang Long could not feel the wind, hear any sound, or even sense the touch of the ground beneath his feet.

What he could see and feel was the invisible yet omnipresent "presence" emanating from the old man in front of him.

It is not oppression, nor intimidation, but an absolute level of "truth".

At this moment, Wang Long clearly realized that all the power he had ever seen in the past, whether it was the half-step Emperor Realm that he forcibly activated with the body of a Heavenly Supreme, or the destructive power that was enough to level mountains when Kui Yuan self-destructed.

Compared to a true imperial realm, they are all like sandcastles built by children on a sand pile—seemingly exquisite, but unable to withstand a real gust of wind.

This is the Imperial Realm.

This is the manifestation of the law.

Wang Long felt no fear. He simply looked at the old man before him and felt his heartbeat steady and calm. It was like facing a vast and boundless sea, where one unconsciously lets go of all distractions and is left with only the purest awe and clarity.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, her expression as cold as ever, but Wang Long could feel her slightly tense shoulder line.

Clearly, she had not expected that the Eternal Emperor would reappear before them in this way, especially in this isolated space.

Ji Changgeng looked at Wang Long and remained silent for a few moments.

The silence wasn't tense; it was more like an elder examining something interesting.

He spoke slowly, his voice gentle, yet carrying a certainty that cut through all pretense.

"Little fellow, you carry the aura of an old friend."