Two Emperors, Green and White

Two Emperors, Green and White . . .

In the annals of history, when the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor sought disciples from particle worlds, both the illustrious Scarce Moon Immortal King and the enigmatic Myriad Incarnations Immortal King graced the occasion.

The Scarce Moon Immortal King, accompanied by his scion Que Tianyi, had embarked on this journey. Que Tianyi's exceptional performance had secured him a place as the personal disciple of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, a position once coveted by Qin Wentian before fate took its turn. Back then, Qin Wentian had rejected the immortal emperor's tutelage, unwilling to submit to a binding contract that granted him freedom only once every 1,000 years. It had been a decision that earned him scorn and disdain from the immortal kings present at that moment.

As Qin Wentian observed Que Tianyi now, it appeared that the restrictions he had faced no longer bound him. In just a few short years, Que Tianyi stood beside the Scarce Moon Immortal King, free and unrestrained. This stark contrast made Qin Wentian question the true intentions of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. Did he ever genuinely consider accepting Qin Wentian as a disciple? It seemed increasingly likely that the emperor's offer had been nothing more than a ploy, possibly influenced by the enigmatic figure of Qing'er.

The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor had made promises to Qing'er's father, only to betray those vows with treacherous machinations. He had manipulated events like a puppeteer, and back then, the world had watched in disdain as Qin Wentian, a mere ascendant, rejected the immortal emperor's generous offer. Who dared challenge the infallibility of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor? His actions, no matter how ruthless or insidious, were beyond reproach. What right did an ascendant have to decline his offer?

Though Qin Wentian contemplated these matters, his countenance remained serene, an oasis of calm amid his inner turmoil. His gaze shifted to Hua Taixu, who had grown even more exceptional since taking the Myriad Incarnations Immortal King as his master, exuding an aura of extraordinary power in just a few short years.

As the atmosphere settled, another voice resonated through the air, and a group of figures materialized before the assembly. One among them possessed eyes that radiated a fearsome sharpness. Though he emitted no aura, his mere presence exuded an aura of danger. This man was none other than the Deepflame Immortal King.

Following him were several imposing figures, each exuding a terrifying aura that marked them as war generals under the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. They, too, had gathered for this once-in-a-century immortal banquet.

The immortal kings who had risen earlier to pay their respects remained standing, offering deference to the Deepflame Immortal King and the other war generals. This gesture underscored the stark hierarchy among immortal kings, a hierarchy determined by strength and cultivation spanning thousands of years. Such disparities were even more pronounced compared to Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants, accentuating the disparities in their statuses.

As the immortal banquet unfolded, a steady influx of formidable experts graced the gathering. The 160 participants couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble in awe. The assembly of attendees was nothing short of breathtaking, a testament to the grandeur of an event that occurred once every century. Esteemed figures from the thirteen prefectures, and even illustrious experts from distant immortal regions, had gathered. Consequently, the prefecture lords and major powers found themselves relegated to the lowest tier.

Amidst the buzz of anticipation, a hearty, clear voice rang out, capturing everyone's attention. The source of the mirth was none other than the Undying Immortal King, an elderly figure who couldn't resist attending such a momentous occasion orchestrated by the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect.

Qin Wentian couldn't help but muse to himself as he observed the familiar faces from his past. Among the immortal kings present now, a few had also graced the selection test with their presence in days gone by. However, they constituted the minority, overshadowed by the multitude of unfamiliar faces.

Within this sea of onlookers, a figure clad in pristine white robes emerged, instantly drawing the eyes of many. This enigmatic individual exuded a youthful aura and moved with an effortless grace that left a profound impression.

"He's Bai Wuya, the White Robe Immortal King. Remarkably, he's here!"

"I've heard tales of his exploits—how he vanquished multiple immortal kings of his level and even dared to challenge immortal emperors. He once slew a descendant of an immortal emperor. Bai Wuya is undoubtedly a supreme immortal king."

"Indeed, that bearing of his is exceptional, and his aura is undeniably formidable."

Bai Wuya, resplendent in his white attire, commanded the attention of all present. Qin Wentian's gaze lingered on him, a subtle emotion flickering within before he concealed it. He couldn't afford to reveal that he was acquainted with Bai Wuya, but he was genuinely pleased to witness his senior apprentice brother's presence.

"Is that Senior Bai? I heard he's the one who extended the invitation to Senior Brother Qin to join our sect," whispered Jun Mengchen, a touch of reverence in his voice. He and Zi Qingxuan sensed the unmistakable aura of their sect emanating from Bai Wuya. Their hearts quivered, for Bai Wuya was a league apart from them, having already established his fame in the immortal realms. They had barely embarked on the path of strength in comparison.

However, not everyone shared this admiration. The Deepflame Immortal King, known for his prickly disposition, couldn't hide his disdain. He had never seen eye to eye with Bai Wuya, and he was irked by Bai Wuya's unexpected appearance. Rumor had it that Bai Wuya avoided bustling crowds, but it seemed the rumors were false. The Deepflame Immortal King had been disgruntled with Bai Wuya even back in the Royal Sacred Region. Now, seeing him here further soured his mood.

Nonetheless, as a guest, Bai Wuya was entitled to remain. The Deepflame Immortal King, a war general under the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, couldn't dismiss a guest. He cast a critical eye over the 160 participants, though his interest was limited to the top three contenders. To him, the rest were hardly worth his attention. After all, for someone of his stature, attending this banquet was merely an act of courtesy toward the immortal emperor.

In every generation, there were geniuses aplenty, and numerous Sage Child figures emerged. But how many could truly aspire to match the achievements of the Deepflame Immortal King himself?

In the midst of the grand gathering, a sudden and unexpected change rippled through the atmosphere. The Deepflame Immortal King, known for his unwavering demeanor, exhibited a peculiar reaction. His imposing aura seemed to falter momentarily, and his intense gaze fixed upon a young man. An invisible pressure radiated from him, creating an atmosphere of tension and intrigue.

The onlookers couldn't help but notice the Deepflame Immortal King's unusual behavior. Why was he singling out a particular participant?

The Scarce Moon Immortal King, Myriad Incarnations Immortal King, and Undying Immortal King, with their keen perception, all homed in on the source of the disturbance. Recognition dawned upon them, accompanied by a hint of bewilderment. This young man had left an indelible impression on them in the past. He was the same individual who had come tantalizingly close to becoming the personal disciple of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. Yet, here he was, standing before them today.

A wry smile graced the Deepflame Immortal King's lips as he chuckled. He couldn't help but glance at the insignia on the young man's robe, which read "Cloud Prefecture #27." It seemed that with the passage of time, this once-promising individual had become rather unremarkable. The young man who had dared to disrespect the immortal emperor and earned the disdain of the immortal kings now appeared as nothing more than an average figure.

Beside the Deepflame Immortal King, a hulking giant with a menacing and ferocious aura inquired, "Deepflame, do you know this young man?"

The Idlecloud Immortal King, too, was taken aback by the unexpected connection between Qin Wentian and the Deepflame Immortal King. Could it be that they were acquainted before this?

With an air of indifference, the Deepflame Immortal King replied, "Just an audacious and ignorant junior. I am not familiar with him." He promptly averted his gaze, as if genuinely uninterested in Qin Wentian's presence.

Accepting the Deepflame Immortal King's response, those who recognized Qin Wentian refrained from further discussion. Their attention shifted away, and they resumed their leisurely conversations, effectively erasing his existence from their immediate focus.

Qin Wentian couldn't help but smirk inwardly. As expected, these lofty immortal kings had no reason to acknowledge his presence. To them, he was inconsequential.

The Idlecloud Immortal King, however, cast a lingering and probing gaze in Qin Wentian's direction. This young man appeared to harbor secrets, piquing his curiosity.

Amid the casual chatter of the immortal kings, one among them posed a question, "Why hasn't Dongsheng Ting arrived yet? What could that young fellow be preoccupied with?"

This comment elicited hearty laughter from the group, suggesting that the speaker held a high position among them. After all, Dongsheng Ting was the son of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor.

"He's gone to escort Princess Glaze. She's traveled a great distance to attend our immortal banquet, and his highness has been personally guiding her these past few days," an expert from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect explained. The individual who had initiated the conversation laughed heartily and added, "Ah, I see! I've heard that Dongsheng Ting has a soft spot for Princess Qing'er, the daughter of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor. Princess Glaze must be well-acquainted with Princess Qing'er."

"Indeed, his highness was elated when he received the invitation from the Evergreen Immortal Empire. Nevertheless, the legendary Princess Evergreen, Qing'er, is undoubtedly preoccupied. Besides, her demeanor is as icy as a mountain. It's highly unlikely she would attend an event like this in person. His highness might be overthinking it."

Another esteemed figure chimed in, making no effort to conceal Dongsheng Ting's affection for Princess Qing'er. They speculated that, despite the talk surrounding them, the two might eventually become a couple.

As the conversation flowed, a sudden hush fell over the crowd. All eyes turned in the direction of two striking figures approaching.

Dongsheng Ting, mounted atop a majestic azure dragon, exuded an unmatched presence and grandeur.

Beside him walked a captivating young woman, radiating an aura of elegance and grace. She resembled a celestial maiden, surrounded by an ethereal halo.

In the vast and intricate tapestry of the immortal realms, a peculiar truth remained veiled from the common knowledge of its denizens. Most believed that within the Evergreen Immortal Empire, there was only one princess of significance. However, the reality was far more intricate, shrouded in the annals of history and the politics of power.

Long ago, during the tumultuous era when the Evergreen Immortal Emperor waged a fierce battle for dominion over the empire, there was an unsung hero, a pivotal figure whose role was obscured by time. This enigmatic figure was none other than the legendary White Emperor. United in purpose, the Evergreen Immortal Emperor and the White Emperor forged an unbreakable bond, combining their strength to carve out a realm that would one day be known as the Evergreen Immortal Empire.

Their collective might became the bedrock of the empire's enduring stability, akin to the unwavering Mount Tai that stood resolute through the ages. Yet, hidden within the annals of this epic tale was a lesser-known fact—the White Emperor, too, had a daughter. This extraordinary young woman possessed talents that defied the heavens, inheriting not only her father's extraordinary abilities but also his celestial gift—the power to observe the stars and unveil the secrets of fate and the cosmos.

The daughter of the White Emperor held a special place in the heart of her uncle, the Evergreen Immortal Emperor, who cherished her as if she were his own. Her name was none other than Princess Glaze.

As the audience in the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect beheld the entrance of the graceful and enigmatic Princess Glaze, a seasoned expert from the sect took it upon himself to unveil this intriguing narrative. The gazes of the assembly were now riveted to the celestial silhouette before them.

Princess Qing'er, although a figure of great renown in her own right, had arrived later. In contrast, the lore and rumors surrounding Princess Glaze had been widespread and pervasive. Her unique abilities—the power to foresee the future and unravel the celestial mysteries—marked her as a figure of exceptional importance.

The very fact of her presence within the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect suggested that she carried with her a matter of paramount significance—a matter that could potentially reshape the course of events in the immortal realms.