The weight of eternity pressed down, vast and towering without end.
The first to arrive were the three ancient Supres, the three of them almost coming in unison, Supre might coiling around them, drawing reverent and awestruck gazes from all the Spirits present.
The three Supres had existed since ti immorial, the oldest among the Supres; while Supres rose and fell in endless succession, these three remained unmoving and unshaken, enough to show how terrifying they were.
Rumble—!
The Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord’s Demon Power was peerless, black clouds that blotted out the sky rolled in surging waves as the Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord strode down upon the heavens, appearing at the grand Conclave of Dominion almost at the sa ti as the three ancient Supres.
Next, the Lord of Extre Emotion arrived; the Master of Destruction and the Master of All Spirits appeared at the sa ti, only the two of them behaved extrely low‑key, not revealing any Cultivation at all.
In the previous Epoch, it had been the Master of All Spirits who held dominion, yet now in the Eleventh Epoch, the Master of All Spirits instead possessed the lowest Cultivation among these Supres.
After all, his era had already passed, and he attained the Dao in the Tenth Epoch; among the Supres, his Cultivation could be said to rank at the very bottom.
With the seven Supres now present, only the Undying Heavenly Lord had yet to arrive, which caused Ye Xuanmo’s brows to knit slightly—why had the Undying Heavenly Lord not appeared?
However, Ye Xuanmo had no ti to ponder this question; with a smile on his face, he strode toward the seven Supres and said, "Daoists, you have co from afar; this Lord is gratified beyond asure. Please, take the upper seats."
As Ye Xuanmo spoke, he ca to stand beside the Lord of Extre Emotion, and then did sothing that left the other Supres utterly astonished.
"Disciple Ye Xuanmo pays his respects to you, honored Master’s Wife."
Ye Xuanmo’s face was wreathed in smiles as he bowed three tis deeply to the Lord of Extre Emotion, lowering his own bearing to the extre, without the slightest deanor of a Supre.
At this mont.
The other Supres’ expressions turned slightly overcast; after all, they were all Supres, yet Ye Xuanmo showed such humility toward the Lord of Extre Emotion while treating them as though they were air. This discrepancy indeed left them sowhat ill at ease.
But Ye Xuanmo did not care what they thought, nor did he put these Supres in his heart at all. He only wanted to first leave a good impression on the Lord of Extre Emotion, for she was, in na, Ye Xuan’s wife.
As a Disciple, he naturally could not neglect proper etiquette; if the Lord of Extre Emotion were to whisper a few words on the pillow to Ye Xuan, he would surely suffer for it.
Of course, this was all in Ye Xuanmo’s mind; the other Supres naturally knew nothing of it.
"You and I are both Supres; Daoist, there is no need for such courtesy." The Lord of Extre Emotion was taken aback as well, yet she still returned the salute as she spoke.
The Lord of Extre Emotion also found it very strange. Although Ye Xuanmo was Ye Xuan’s Disciple, ever since he attained the Dao, the two had had almost no interaction.
Though they had t a few tis, Ye Xuanmo had always addressed her as Daoist, when would he ever respectfully call her Master’s Wife?
Suddenly!
The Lord of Extre Emotion’s eyes trembled, and in an instant she thought of a possibility.
Could it be that he has returned?
At this mont, the Lord of Extre Emotion’s heart was stirred, for only this possibility could cause Ye Xuanmo to be so abject.
"Master’s Wife, do not overthink it; quickly, take the upper seat." Ye Xuanmo said with a face full of smiles.
"Very well."
The Lord of Extre Emotion cald her surging emotions and, at Ye Xuanmo’s invitation, took her seat, though her eyes road over the entire Conclave of Dominion, hoping to see the one she had been waiting to appear.
At the sa ti, the other Supres’ expressions also shifted slightly. They were not fools; from Ye Xuanmo’s attitude toward the Lord of Extre Emotion, they vaguely guessed a few things.
Clang—clang—clang!
Eighty‑one peals of the great bell rang out at this mont, reverberating endlessly within the Extre Demon Temple, signifying that the Conclave of Dominion was officially opened.
"Daoists, you have co from afar to attend the Conclave of Dominion held by this Lord; I am deeply honored."
Ye Xuanmo swept his gaze over the guests in all directions, then gave a polite smile to the seven Supres before continuing, "Presumably all of you have already heard: this Lord is intent on seeking fortune for all Spirits. Today’s Conclave of Dominion is to formally succeed the Lord of Fengtian and assu dominion over the Eleventh Epoch."
"Above, I pray to Chaos; below, I bless all Spirits. Though this Lord has not made any great achievents, yet..."
"Wait."
Suddenly, before Ye Xuanmo could finish, a clear, cold voice cut him off, causing Ye Xuanmo’s face to turn chilly as he slowly looked toward the source of the voice.
The Master of Fate!
Obviously, the one interrupting Ye Xuanmo was none other than the Master of Fate.
"I wonder what business Daoist Fate has?" Ye Xuanmo asked, his voice slightly cold.
At this mont.
The Master of Fate’s expression was as calm as a still lake, his twin Eyes of Fate devoid of emotion or desire. He looked faintly at Ye Xuanmo, then swept his gaze over this Heaven and Earth and said, "You wish to preside over the Eleventh Epoch—you do not yet have that qualification. Moreover, with your power, you are incapable of suppressing the Lord of Fengtian and the Lord of Humanity."
"Hahaha."
Ye Xuanmo laughed, and his laughter was exceedingly sinister; the entire grand feast of Dominion fell deathly silent. All beings exchanged startled glances, for this was a dialogue between Supres—they dared not utter a sound.
"Indeed, this Lord does not have the ability to suppress two Supres. However, whether I am qualified to rule the Eleventh Epoch is not sothing you, Master of Fate, can decide." Ye Xuanmo said, fearless and self‑assured.
"Your courage has grown, and your words carry more confidence than before. It seems that this confidence cos from the one standing behind you."
The Master of Fate continued to sweep his gaze over this Heaven and Earth, as if searching for soone.
One must know, although Ye Xuanmo had attained the Dao, when he faced the three ancient Supres in the past, he had always seed sowhat humble; how would he dare to speak so forcefully to the Master of Fate?
"Daoist Ye Xuan, since you are already here, why bother hiding in the shadows?"
All of a sudden.
The Lord of Chaos slowly rose to his feet, Chaotic Power swirling boundlessly around him, that weighty voice of ten thousand ages echoing through the entire grand feast of Dominion.
"Ye Xuan, since you are not yet dead, then co out." The Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord sneered faintly. He had never placed Ye Xuanmo in his eyes; the reason he ca this ti was because he suspected Ye Xuan was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.
"Sir?"
The Lord of Extre Emotion could no longer sit still and began to call out to Ye Xuan.
"Ye Xuan?"
The Master of Destruction and the Master of All Spirits both had a subtle change in expression. Though they had entertained such suspicions, when the thin paper window was truly pierced, their hearts still shook violently.
"Heh heh!"
Just then, as all Spirits were filled with doubt and unease, a soft chuckle rose over the grand feast of Dominion. Void Ripples blossod, and a figure gradually erged.
Ye Xuan!
Dressed in black, hair snow‑white, like nine heavenly rivers cascading behind his head, he stood in the void with his hands clasped behind his back, looking mildly at the seven Supres, the corner of his mouth lifting in a deep, inscrutable smile.
"So it really is you."
Boom!
The Master of Fate shot to his feet with a bang, rciless Power of Fate roiling on the spot, his twin Eyes of Fate turning with terrifying force, betraying the turbulence in his heart.
"Sir!"
The Lord of Extre Emotion’s lips pressed lightly together, her gaze on Ye Xuan slightly dazed. Upon seeing Ye Xuan again, the emotions suppressed in her heart for so many years finally found a trace of release.
Ye Xuan nodded slightly to the Lord of Extre Emotion, soothing her agitated heart, and only then did he turn his eyes toward the Master of Fate and the others.
"I was wondering who could have such ability—so it was you who suppressed the two Supres. No wonder a little fellow like Ye Xuanmo would dare to convene a Conclave of Dominion." The Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord said with a cold laugh.
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