173: Tianjiao Gala

It frequently drew the attention of others; one must know that each of these exotic beasts is incredibly powerful and extraordinary.

They symbolize the Family's heritage and strength.

The Cultivators in Saint Heaven City were also bustling with excitement.

Watching the Prodigies come and go, they couldn't help but discuss among themselves.

"Everyone, look! If I'm not mistaken, that person should be the Jiang Family's third-ranked Sequence God Child. He is a Divine Body himself and, fearing being targeted by the Heaven Swallowing Magic Skill, has been hidden away for many years."

A Cultivator recognized a descending young man and couldn't help but say with a smile to the crowd.

"The Saint from Cihang Zhaizhai has also arrived. I just saw him over there."

"I saw him too."

"It's just a pity that their Holy Land's Saintess didn't come. Otherwise, with two Divine Bodies appearing at the same time, there might have been a Dragon-Phoenix struggle."

"How do you know it wouldn't be a Phoenix reversing the Dragon?"

"Haha, Fellow Daoist is joking."

Just as everyone was discussing animatedly, an ancient war chariot, cast entirely in bronze, flew across the sky with a magnificent Aura.

A man of unparalleled grace, tall and slender, with a face like jade, stepped slowly out of the war chariot.

Behind him followed an elderly Dao Protector, whose Aura was terrifyingly immense.

Although his eyes were closed, once opened, they would surely astonish the world.

When everyone saw him appear, their voices paused for a moment, then they eagerly exclaimed:

"It's actually the Yaoguang Holy Son from Yaoguang Holy Land! I can't believe even he has appeared this time."

"This truly is a grand gathering of the era. Rumor has it that his Holy Light Technique has been perfected, making him unrivaled among his generation and worthy of being called Supreme, the most powerful Cultivator of the younger generation."

"There's even more we haven't thought of. Look over there, isn't that the Young Miss of the Ji Family?"

In this short time, countless divine lights descended upon the place, dazzling everyone's eyes.

There were even some people from remote regions.

For example, the Buddhas and Arhats of the Western Desert, the Golden Winged Little Peng King of the Southern Ridge, the Young Clan Leader of the Great Strength Ox Demon Clan, and other well-known outstanding figures.

At this moment, they all arrived inside a huge palace.

Each occupied a corner.

And in their midst was a huge stone platform, laden with delicacies and jade-like dishes.

At this time, everyone sat cross-legged, and every person capable of sitting here was a top Prodigy.

Their reputations were illustrious and shook the Eastern Barren Lands, and even the sounds of discussion involuntarily quieted down.

At the same time, Wang Hao's figure also appeared outside.

Several years had passed, and he was no longer as naive as before.

He had gained a bit of maturity, though he still looked very young.

His face was still tender, but he had already become a handsome young man.

His eyes were still incredibly clear, but they now held a hint of sharpness.

The young man emerged from the Wang Family, ready to eliminate all enemies in the world!

The moment this person appeared, countless people were shocked.

"It's actually the contemporary Young Supreme of the Wang Family, Wang Hao; he has also come."

"Indeed it is him. I once witnessed him in the Northern Region fighting three Sequence Divine Children alone, defeating all Prodigies of his generation, truly an invincible presence."

"He suppressed all the Holy Lands, and even the Saints admitted defeat, not daring to look up."

"Heh heh, what's that? If you ask me, the most top-tier Prodigy at that time was still the Wang Family Patriarch. With a Minor Achievement in the Divine Body, he could battle Heavenly Gods. You must know that at that time, he was only in the first heaven of the True God Realm. This cultivation, this battle power, tsk tsk tsk, truly a taboo."

Countless people, upon seeing Wang Hao appear, showed reverence in their eyes.

They once didn't know who the Wang Family was, but ever since Wang Dong's battle in Divine City, they became famous throughout the Eastern Barren Lands.

And this Wang Hao was even more astonishing in talent. Every time he fought, he would inevitably refresh everyone's worldview.

At this moment, he walked in with light, unhurried steps, seemingly at ease.

He calmly swept his gaze over everyone present and casually found a corner to sit down.

His body was like a True Dragon, containing extremely vast power.

Just sitting there, he exuded a heart-palpitating fluctuation; this was his Dao.

It was the intent of invincibility.

He wanted to walk the path of invincibility in the world, to embody invincibility throughout his life. His Dao Heart was firm and immensely powerful, confident that he could suppress all enemies in the world.

He would sweep through his generation to prove himself as a Great Emperor, and every time he acted, he would inevitably suppress everything.

However, while such a person's battle power is strong, once they fail, their Dao Heart will inevitably collapse.

If they cannot rebuild their confidence, they will be completely ruined.

Throughout history, not many have dared to walk this path.

But Wang Hao, on the other hand, had an exceptionally firm Dao Heart and was determined to fight to the end on this path.

However, just as Wang Hao sat down, Chen Jiaozi, the Saint from Cihang Zhaizhai, suddenly stood up and smiled calmly at Wang Hao.

"Brother Wang, why not come sit here?"

Wang Hao was not too unfamiliar with this person.

He immediately nodded and went to sit beside him.

Many Cultivators were not surprised to see this scene.

It was already common knowledge that the Saintess of Cihang Zhaizhai came from the Wang Family.

Everyone understood that the two Families had a close relationship.

Not much time passed.

The palace became completely lively.

A group of young women in sheer gauze slowly walked in.

Women holding pipa gently strummed their instruments; the music sounded like immortal melodies, and their graceful dances were even more captivating.

Each one was like a Fairy descending to the mortal world, and this place was just like the Guanghan Palace.

Everyone forgot what year it was, only focusing on enjoying the dance and music, their hearts swaying.

Among these young maidens, some possessed special Bloodlines.

As they danced, they would occasionally reveal certain features.

For example, animal ears or snake bodies, but these did not scare the crowd.

Instead, they added a touch of allure.

Every gesture and frown held more charm.

However, as time continued to pass, everyone's initial enthusiasm gradually waned.

They drank wine and sat quietly.

If there were acquaintances, they might converse with each other.

Yet, some people's gazes frequently turned towards Wang Hao's direction.

All of them showed a hint of meaning.

They had heard about the great battle in the Northern Region three years ago.

The three illusory Divine Children of the Ancient aristocratic family Ji Family were all defeated by him alone.

For a time, it shook countless Holy Lands, and this matter was widely spread.

It was not surprising that they knew about it.

What truly shocked them, however, was that Wang Hao was still relatively young compared to them.

At this time, he was not even 18, which was considerably younger than normal Saint figures.

But precisely such a young man, with his own strength, defeated three Sequence Divine Children.

His terrifying talent and battle power suppressed his generation; if it came to contention on the Emperor Road, he would surely be a formidable enemy.

Some who hoped to walk the Emperor Road naturally regarded Wang Hao as an imaginary enemy.

They constantly pondered in their hearts how to deal with him in the future.

However, many people often sighed.

They stood out from their own clans, yet in the eyes of other Prodigies, they were like ordinary clan members; whether they were talented or not was always subject to comparison.