Chapter 64: My Name Is Ye Qingchen

“Miss Yue, if I may be so bold, may I ask where your divine palace originated from?” Xie Ming dared not be presumptuous; he raised his hand and offered a respectful salute to An Yue, his question cautious and tentative.

An Yue saw him inquire and smiled. “It was casually carved by Senior Zhu, who then gifted it to me.”

“We’re safe now; let’s leave this place,” she suggested.

Everyone nodded eagerly. With but a thought, An Yue moved everyone out of the divine palace.

The grand palace had shrunk into a tiny sculpture, floating in An Yue’s palm—a wooden carving, nothing more.

The assembly was even more astounded, their faces cold with awe.

“I’ve heard rumors that An Luan Kingdom is supported by a powerful presence—someone even greater than the Supreme Masters. Now I see it’s no ordinary sage!”

“To think a palace carved so casually could possess such power…”

“I imagine such a person must have become immortal long ago. We are probably not even worthy of their notice.”

Respect filled their voices, yet they could not hold back their exclamations.

Of all the Supreme Masters present, only Xie Ming and Hong Xi truly knew who this senior was.

Now, as they listened to the murmurs around them, Xie Ming and Hong Xi exchanged bitter smiles.

That person—how could they merely be an immortal? Even immortals would be insignificant in their eyes!

Yet no one dared mention the senior lightly, fearing that even uttering their name might bring disaster upon them.

“Where did you say that palace came from?” Suddenly, a woman’s voice rang out, abrupt and chilling at everyone’s ears.

Those present turned hurriedly, only to see a woman standing not far away.

She was white-haired, her aura oppressive, her face suffused with icy cold. Her gaze cut through them, commanding and unyielding; none dared move.

No one had sensed her arrival.

“Who is she?”

“I feel an utterly terrifying aura—this woman is incredibly powerful!”

“She… she seems to be as strong as the Evil God…”

Whispers ran through the crowd.

The Supreme Master Ziyang was especially shaken, trembling as he spoke, “She’s a Quasi-Immortal!”

Quasi… Quasi-Immortal?

How could this be?

No one could maintain composure. The one before them had endured the baptism of the Great Dao—she was on the cusp of becoming an immortal.

In the entire Tianwu Realm, Supreme Masters reigned, and few Quasi-Immortals had ever appeared. For one to emerge so abruptly was terrifying.

“The divine palace was bestowed by a remarkable senior,” An Yue replied respectfully, though reluctant. She dared not offend a Quasi-Immortal.

To someone of her caliber, even those with the cultivation of a Lord were nothing—let alone An Yue herself.

“May I see it?” the woman asked coolly.

“Don’t lend it! How can an immortal artifact be shown so casually?” Xie Ming whispered anxiously to An Yue.

The divine palace was a supreme treasure—it could not be handed over so easily. Besides, they did not even know whether this woman was friend or foe.

Despite Xie Ming’s warning, An Yue was troubled. If she refused, the woman might act against them, and there was no guarantee they could prevail—or even survive.

Seeing An Yue’s hesitation, the white-haired woman spoke again.

“I only wish to look. Even with my current strength, I could not afford to offend the owner of this palace.”

Hearing this, An Yue finally felt at ease.

She should have realized sooner—a gift from Senior Zhu could never be so easily taken. Anyone foolish enough to try would only incur Senior Zhu’s wrath.

Such matters were not easily settled.

With this in mind, An Yue handed the small palace over.

The woman took the treasure, studied it for a long while, her face full of reverence.

She let out a long sigh.

Handing the palace back to An Yue, she said, “You truly inspire envy—to have received such a chance.”

An Yue hurriedly accepted it, relieved.

“I meant to warn you all: though the Ascension Platform offers the opportunity to become immortal, it is fraught with danger. I had intended to ask you to wait and avoid it for a time, but now I see there is no need.”

“With a master behind you, my words are unnecessary,” she said respectfully.

“But if fortune allows, when I become immortal, I will pay my respects to that senior,” she added calmly.

Before anyone could react, the woman vanished.

Searching the area, they finally spotted her at the far end of the graveyard.

It was the Ascension Platform!

“Let’s go; it’s about time. We should follow,” someone said.

“Who knows if this platform’s opportunity is meant for us?”

“We must hurry,” urged Supreme Master Lingji.

The calamity had faded; the graveyard was silent.

Soon, they reached the Ascension Platform.

Within the seven-colored radiance stood an immortal bridge—or rather, a staircase of immortal stone, stretching far into the unknown.

It gave the illusion that stepping onto those stairs would lead directly to the Immortal Realm.

“Is this truly the road to the Immortal Realm?”

“Have we succeeded? Can we all enter the Immortal Realm together?”

“If so, we have achieved true transformation!”

Excited voices filled the air.

Yet ahead of them, the white-haired woman, the Evil God, and his eight elders stood unmoving.

“There’s something wrong here,” the Evil God said, turning to the woman.

She gave him not even a glance, her gaze icy and vacant as she stared at the Ascension Platform.

“So what?” she replied. “To become immortal is always a path where failure outweighs success.”

Then, she shifted her gaze to An Yue.

“I am willing to become a subordinate of that senior. My name is Ye Qingchen.”