Yesterday, the grand procession of the Chu Kingdom’s viewing ceremony arrived, their carriages resplendent and grand.

Jiang Wang had made a special effort to see if he could glimpse Zuo Guangshu in the flesh. This young man hadn’t vied for a quota, but it remained unknown if he would come to view the ceremony.

He had sent a message to Zuo Guangshu within the Taixu Illusion Realm, but perhaps the other was preoccupied with perfecting his Water Realm technique, as there had been no timely reply.

Moreover, in the days leading up to this, the section of the Taixu Illusion Realm near Guanhe Terrace had already been sealed off.

Just as it was impossible to connect to the Taixu Illusion Realm within the confines of the Qi King’s palace, the presence of the Six Supremes here naturally forbade the existence of such things as the Taixu Illusion Realm.

However, he was not familiar with the Chu people and found it difficult to inquire. The chariots of the Chu Kingdom were one more luxurious than the last, their opulence surpassing all worldly comparisons, yet few Chu individuals emerged to show their faces.

He wandered outside the Chu street for a while, still drawing several glares.

Only later did he learn that at that very moment, Ye Lan’er, the foremost beauty of the Chu Kingdom, had emerged from her fragrant pavilion, attracting countless lovesick admirers who yearned for a single glimpse of her exquisite appearance.

However, he saw nothing, and returned dejectedly.

As for the Qi Kingdom’s viewing ceremony procession, he held little expectation.

Chong Xuan Sheng had explicitly stated he was entering secluded cultivation, and Yan Fu was busy coaxing Wen Tinglan.

Xu Xiangqian was still on some distant sea island, tirelessly trailing Zhao Wuyan.

Then there were the Li Longchuan siblings. At the time Jiang Wang set off, they were still on Ice Phoenix Island, occupied with the offshore affairs of the Shimen Li family.

Only, he suddenly recalled that Wang Yiwu, having earned merit at Sword Peak Mountain, might have already left the death prisoner camp. That individual could not return to Linzi for three years, yet it wasn’t said he couldn’t come to Guanhe Terrace…

If they truly met here, he wondered if that person would be as arrogant as before.

Within the martial arts field at the heart of Guanhe Terrace, surrounded by the Six Harmonies Pillar, several matches were simultaneously underway. (Mobile readers, remember 《》 for wonderful novel reading)

Jing Country, as the host, was naturally responsible for arranging the schedule and ensuring the fairness of the selection. The other five nations of the Six Great Powers all held supervisory rights.

The territory behind the Ten Thousand Demons Gate was also allocated under Jing Country’s leadership… Who could argue, when their capital, Tianjing, stood precisely upon the Ten Thousand Demons Gate?

Now, one could certainly say that suppressing the Ten Thousand Demons Gate with the capital city had brought about immense benefits.

But the war with the demon race might not have yielded gains from the outset.

At a time when the gains were far from offsetting the losses, Tianjing City had already been established.

Today, of course, all Six Great Powers have armies stationed behind the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, engaging in endless battles. The defensive war against the demon race’s counterattack has slowly transformed into an offensive war where humanity actively plunders resources.

But in the era when today’s Six Strong were not yet these Six Strong, when Qin Country had not yet become the hegemon of the western border, when Yang Country collapsed overnight…

In those days, lacking strong support, it was still Jing Country that firmly suppressed the Ten Thousand Demons Gate.

One could say that the harvest reaped by the Jing people today was also fought for with the fresh blood of their ancestors. Countless bones were buried to achieve the glory of dominating the Central Domain today.

Jiang Wang left Qi street and headed towards the central area of Guanhe Terrace.

A small team of ten Tianfu army soldiers silently followed behind him, serving as his ceremonial guard.

He had specifically come to witness the main matches for the Inner Mansion cultivators’ quota from Lie Country.

He sought to observe people, observe martial arts, observe techniques.

Countries outside the Six Strong might not necessarily have opponents capable of matching him.

But every person who could come to this Yellow River Assembly surely possessed aspects worthy of observation.

Even if only a single point could offer him enlightenment, it would be more effective than merely cultivating bitterly in seclusion.

In truth, his third Inner Mansion was already sufficiently complete, capable of breaching the fourth Inner Mansion at any time, but he was not in a hurry.

The Fire Realm technique, involving the divine ability of the first Inner Mansion, could not be inscribed in the fourth. Merely adding one more power source was not sufficient to provide him with a qualitative enhancement at this time.

He was awaiting a suitable opportunity, ideally one where entering the Inner Mansion would immediately yield a chosen divine ability.

Just like that confrontation he had with Wang Yiwu initially.

Only true strong enemies could enlighten the present him.

The Six Harmonies, the world.

East, west, south, north, up, down – encompassing all, this is the “Six Harmonies.”

This Six Harmonies Pillar, then, is the pillar that encompasses the world.

The martial arts field surrounded by the Six Harmonies Pillar is the “world stage.”

Only the champion of the Yellow River Assembly could erect their national flag upon this Six Harmonies Pillar.

Therefore, many people also refer to competing for the champion of the Yellow River Assembly as “displaying the flag for the country.”

As he was about to approach the Six Harmonies Pillar, he happened to encounter a team of elite troops walking towards him.

The reason they were called elite was not solely because of their disdainful aura.

These individuals all wore Yin-Yang armor, their waists hung with three-foot Dao swords, and each one’s aura was formidable.

Precisely from the Jing Eight Armors…

Dou E!

As elite troops of the world, belonging to different great powers, there was inevitably some sense of mutual competition between the Tianfu Army and the Dou E Army. However, it wasn’t to the point of causing any friction here at Guanhe Terrace.

Only, each held their head higher, their backs straighter.

But Jiang Wang’s attention did not fall on the soldiers of the Dou E army; instead, he looked towards… the several people following behind this team of Dou E army.

Thinking they were all proud cultivators from the Dao-affiliated countries, he wondered if any of them were secretly undeclared proud individuals from Jing Country’s side.

Then Jiang Wang saw…

Lin Zhengren.

He was too familiar with Lin Zhengren.

This was the person who, during the Three Cities Debate, used every means possible to secure victory.

This was the person who, in Wangjiang City, had a direct confrontation with the masked him.

At that time, guided by Zhuang Chengqian, he had readily ignited the hatred in his heart. And this person, without hesitation, drove his own younger brother to jump into the well.

At that time, he held an absolute advantage in strength, and his killing intent had already been aroused. Yet this person managed to escape from his hands.

This was a truly terrifying opponent!

Jiang Wang’s gaze lightly swept over that person, appearing not to recognize him at all.

And Lin Zhengren…

Lin Zhengren looked at Jiang Wang, his gaze carrying a hint of perfectly calibrated doubt and inquiry.

Then, following the team, he slowly walked away.

How could he not recognize Jiang Wang?

How could he harbor only doubt?

This person’s face had appeared in his heart countless times.

He repeatedly recalled the face he saw during the Three Cities Debate, solely to ensure that no matter when they met again, he could recognize him at first glance.

The blood debt of the entire Lin family was recorded on this person’s body.

How many times had he awakened in the dead of night, believing he had died that night in Wangjiang City? This kind of fear needed to be washed away with fresh blood.

But not now.

He always told himself one sentence—if you don’t have absolute certainty, do not confront your enemy.

The person opposite was now a proud cultivator of Qi Country, with a team of Tianfu army soldiers as his ceremonial guard.

Unlike him, unlike these proud cultivators from small countries who could only trail behind the Dou E army.

Since he couldn’t recognize him.

Then he simply wouldn’t recognize him.

He had to make that person feel that he truly didn’t recognize him.

Only after finally walking far away.

Did he silently say in his heart: Finally we meet again, Mountain Ghost.

He was cautious enough to…

Even when silently chewing on his hatred, he did not utter that person’s true name.