Invitation

Under the giant Sun, in midair.

Ling Xian's robe was white like snow and his temperament was extraordinary. Similar to a real immortal, he appeared to be out of the world while looking like he could rule the world.

Everyone there felt respect grow in their hearts. Other than admiration in their eyes, there only remained the same sense of reverence that they feel towards Gods.

The female cultivators in particular, were staring at Ling Xian without blinking. Their eyes were exploding with color.

"I caused such a big mess…"

Sensing the way everyone was looking at him, Ling Xian softly smiled. He felt somewhat happy and somewhat fortunate.

At first, his breaking through speed was extremely fast and extremely easy. Though to others, the levels were difficult, to him, they were nothing.

But when he was at the eighth level, he felt an extremely heavy pressure. At the last round especially, he barely escaped death.

Yes, he almost died there.