Chapter 973: SCR Summit,TheWelcoming of Wei Wuyin
Entering Ever-Sky’s fleet of Voidships, the Golden Life Pavilion’s Voidship named Prosperous, a large-sized ship clad in pristine white and radiant gold, standing out amongst the others, exuded an aura of immense wealth and true prosperity. The gasps of awe as those observers surrounding the planet and its nearby space were continuous and endless.
Wei Wuyin stood upright on the deck of Prosperous, observing the planet known as Ever-Sky and the sheer quantity of Voidships emanating a myriad of colorful lights with a steady gaze, unflinching at the realized enormity of this grand summit. There were hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of Voidships anchored here, all having stayed for several months without complaint. An astonishing sight to see and live.
Wei Wuyin had changed his dressing from his typical martial artist robes, deciding to adorn perfectly fitted white-colored robes styled in the manner of an alchemist. Moreover, he hadn’t used the Essence of War to structure these robes, but personally designed and crafted them himself. Despite its whiteness, the robes exuded a rich, gentle alchemical aura resembling Utmost Purity Mist.
For the last few years, since his extended stay in the devastated Neo-Dawn Starfield waiting for Bai Lin to finish her transformation, Wei Wuyin had kept these robes within Utmost Purity Mist, drenched every hour of every day. It highlighted his identity as an Alchemist. Since he wasn’t here as a fighter, he fully invested in his image as an Alchemist.
By his side were four figures, all elites amongst elites, genuine powerhouses of the stellar region—Earthly Saints. They were Wu Yu, Ma Zheng, Sun Li, and Han Yuhei. They gathered around him like protective guardians, an unintentional act that simply manifested into being.
Wei Wuyin couldn’t help but think about three decades ago; he touched the Void Crystal necklace containing the Myriad Yore Continent hanging alongside the crescent moon as nostalgia swept over his thoughts. Just three decades ago, he was a twenty-something-year-old cultivator starving off schemes from sectmates and enemies from all over.
He had no true backing except himself and his personally raised loyal forces acting on his will. Additionally, everyone and their mothers believed the maliciously spread rumor that he had a cultivation treasure of some sort, attributing his hard work and talent to merely a special object.
In just three decades, he stood at the height of a Stellar Region, causing monumental changes to its society with his creations.
Before, he wanted to visit the Wu Tower hovering above the skies of the capital.
Now, he could traverse the stars.
A genuine smile originating from the depths of Wei Wuyin’s heart was born after the thought. While the Calamities of Hell were the greatest curse that any cultivator could face, they ushered him to new horizons that he would’ve never been able to see otherwise. The constant push to grow brought him here, alongside these four powerhouses of their generations.
Prosperous waded through the myriad Voidships that cautiously gave way, allowing unobstructed passage to the Ever-Sky’s planetary border. A rising pillar of radiant light still shone brilliantly, greeting them, and beckoning oncoming challengers—an open invitation yet to close.
“The Everlore Association sure is showy and wasteful,” Wu Yu scornfully commented. The pillar’s activity certainly exhausted resources, and while it wasn’t in use these past few months, it was certainly consuming many high-end resources to maintain it.
Since that Ever-Knight tried to slay Wei Wuyin by obliterating Rainbow Sky, decimating billions and billions of lives, Wu Yu no longer associated it with the King of Everlore, and grew to carry contempt, disgust, and disdain for their conduct; hence, he was speaking in an extremely critical manner.
“That’s just how they are; with every opportunity, they seek to remind the world of their wealth and means. The summit is no different, simply a gallery to tell the world of their superiority and show their riches.” Ma Zheng said without the slightest bit of emotion. This wasn’t the first time the Everlore Association had done something like this, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“How’s Grand Elder Zhang?” Han Yuhei diverted the topic, asking about Zhang Ziyi’s condition. Wei Wuyin kept his eyes on the pillar, and Ma Zheng answered: “With the recovery products that Wei Wuyin provided, she’s in a steady and rising state of recovery. She’s still unconscious, however. Give it a year or two, she should wake up by then.”
The recovery of an Earthly Saint was unfathomably difficult, even an iota of their energy required enormous time to replenish, and typically, Earthly Saints had to expend lifeforce to reverse their temporal state to heal their injuries.
Han Yuhei sighed inwardly with relief. It was fortunate that Wei Wuyin had Mystic-Earth grade alchemical products or Zhang Ziyi could be in a lengthy recovery process lasting for a century or longer. She was a portion of the True Element Sect’s strength, and he didn’t wish to lose that, especially since he wanted to act as Wei Wuyin’s Alchemic Knight, thereby lowering his involvement with the True Element Sect’s affairs.
There needed to be a dedicated captain for the ship that was a World Sect.
Kree.
Bai Lin waltzed over with her proud, slender legs, her golden eyes reflecting the rising pillar of light shining with amazement. When she stood over the Earthly Saints, towering over them with her tall figure, Sun Li couldn’t help but give this phoenix a shocked gaze. For the first time, she felt a sense of genuine danger emanating from Bai Lin.
Behind Bai Lin was a group of elders and young elites from the Golden Life Pavilion, including the Ma Clan led by Ma Sujiang. Within this crowd, a young, long-haired woman of extraordinary bearing and exceptional beauty stood out. The youthful maiden looked no older than sixteen. She was the topic of many discussions since the Golden Auction, the subject used to compare talents—Ma Luling.
At this point, she was the Ma Clan’s youngest officiated Chosen in history, her feats these last few years have been nothing short of record-breaking, given the full investment of the Ma Clan’s resources as a result.
Many of the Golden Life Pavilion’s members were all observing Wei Wuyin from afar. A similar topic of much discussion was finally before them, and he exceeded every expectation, especially in terms of appearance. If the word ‘handsome’ had a personification, they would feel ashamed to be placed beside Wei Wuyin.
“Everyone ready?” Sun Li pried her eyes away from Bai Lin, turning to the group behind them, snapping them out of their dazed thoughts and infatuated stares. Instinctively, they all shouted: “Yes!”
With a satisfied nod, Sun Li looked to Wei Wuyin for the final confirmation. Wei Wuyin finally stopped rubbing the Myriad Yore Continent’s Void Crystal and stepped to the edge. Bai Lin shot upwards as he leaped off.
When he got a few hundred meters away from Prosperous, Bai Lin swooped in in the most timely manner. In a blink of an eye, he was steadily on Bai Lin’s back, soaring towards the pillar of light as a unit.
Wu Yu faintly smiled. He, alongside Han Yuhei, flew after Wei Wuyin, following him towards the pillar of light. Ma Zheng decided to escort the Golden Life Pavilion’s group alongside Sun Li. As for Huoyan Liulan, she had long since entered, waiting for his arrival, and likely with her grandfather as well.
Ma Zheng felt a headache incoming.
Wei Wuyin and Bai Lin didn’t wait, entering the pillar of light immediately. Wu Yu and Han Yuhei entered at almost the same time, just slightly slower than Wei Wuyin. After entering, the two felt a beckoning from within directing them towards a certain location.
The two looked at the location, their eyes glinting with spiritual light, and they saw the Main Hall with floating thrones. They were about to move towards it when they before simultaneously looked towards Wei Wuyin’s direction, feeling an engulfing spatial power envelop him and Bai Lin, intending to transport them into a secret realm.
The two’s eyebrows shot up, their Mystic Power seethed as they were about to take action. They both feared the Everlore Association’s tricks.
“No need; it’s merely taking me to the others,” Wei Wuyin sent spiritually. As a cultivator with a Void Dragon Bloodline, it was remarkably easy to determine the destination and peer into the folds of space. He saw tens of thousands of cultivators sitting in carefully marked square outlines, they were either cultivating or engaging in conversation.
Hearing this, they both relaxed, but Wu Yu had a heavy frown. He no longer resisted, shooting towards the beckoning location, and Han Yuhei gave Wei Wuyin one last look before following.
The two arrived in the Main Hall, attracting the attention of those who sat comfortably on their thrones, and the talents below that were diligently enjoying the benefits of the golden mats.
The two instantly saw that there was an invisible isolating formation that prevented spiritual and physical fluctuations from interacting with those below, but it didn’t halt their auras from passing through.
Wu Yu’s eyes swept the venue with a domineering aura, dissatisfaction written on his face. It didn’t take long to find that familiar aura and piercing gaze. A middle-aged man sat on a throne meant for Mortal Sovereign Alchemists, staring intently at him—San Luoyang!
“What is the meaning of this?” Wu Yu directly questioned, his tone filled with blatant aggression.
San Luoyang was unaffected by Wu Yu’s forceful gaze. With an indifferent expression, he countered: “What do you mean, Grand Knight Wu Yu?” He feigned ignorance, yet within the depths of his eyes was a sharp light.
Wu Yu felt the gazes of all these peak-tier existences on his body, and his eyes sharpened considerably. Almost immediately, their gazes and focus shifted towards the space behind him, prompting him to turn his head and note the large screen projecting the image of a stage with a Void Gate and two obelisks.
At the center of this stage was a figure he would never forget—Wei Wuyin! He was calmly seated on Bai Lin’s back, her eyes staring upwards with shock at the inverted people.
Wu Yu and Han Yuhei understood a little about the initial events, including the screening process for proving one’s qualifications to enter the Main Hall. Where they were was clearly the Main Hall. And that? That was the proving stage!
Unfettered rage emerged in Wu Yu’s eyes, “You dare send my Young Lord elsewhere?! Audacious!” Almost immediately, Wu Yu’s Mystic Aura exploded, infused with his grand mystic power, causing the thrones to erect barriers of mystic light, shielding them from the shockwaves of his power.
While Han Yuhei was equally as shocked by this, he was far calmer than Wu Yu. He could tell that these peak figures all had expectant looks, not one of shock or surprise. They only changed when Wu Yu’s aura smashed against their barriers of light, causing it to ripple unsteadily. A slither of fear crept into a few of their eyes.
“Calm down, Grand Knight Wu Yu; your Young Lord missed his invitation window, and as such, his invitation has been revoked. As a junior, he has to undergo the same process as everyone else to enter the Main Hall, proving his qualifications to discuss the upcoming era’s standards. Of course, we’ve made it easier for him, allowing him to take an Alchemic Challenge instead.” San Luoyang kept his indifferent expression as he gestured toward the screen. He emphasized the ‘we’ in his sentence.
The majority present were clearly in unified agreement! Their objective was clear. They all wanted to test Wei Wuyin’s skills and talents in the Alchemic Dao, have him justify his position here, and prove his ability as the creator of the Neo-Dawn Eclipse Pill. If he was its creator…
They wanted to know more about this elusive figure!
Wu Yu’s fists were tightly clenched, but he didn’t act. The Mythical Oaths ensured that attacking would make the entire world his enemy. That would bring forth unimaginable troubles to Wei Wuyin. However, the disrespect was as clear as Solar Stars on a cloudless morning.
In the end, Wu Yu could only retract his raging Mystic Aura as he focused on Wei Wuyin’s figure, resisting the urge to argue against this disrespectful welcome. He wondered what Wei Wuyin would do.
