Chapter 8: My father is certain to win, so you don't need to worry.

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Creak!

The crisp sound of a door opening drew Liang Hui's attention.

Behind the three Demon Immortals, the door constructed of Immortal Gold slowly swung open.

Immortal Light dazzled brightly, as one after another majestic figure, under the light of the Immortals, stepped forward.

An overwhelming power rushed forward, as one True Immortal after another made their entrance.

At this moment, Liang Hui's expression grew somewhat solemn as he watched the Immortals.

'What a profound foundation.'

The youth whispered to himself, just within view, there were eighteen Immortals, not to mention the strong ones inside the Dragon Palace who had not yet emerged.

"Azure Dragon, since you have come here, it seems you seek to acknowledge your ancestors and return to your origins."

"Now that you've seen us, why have you not knelt in salutation!" A light rebuke echoed in the void.