"Six States experts gather."
"Almost there."
On the southern bank of Beiyin River, Chen Jichuan opened his eyes.
He glanced at the concealed experts from various states, scattered around Beiyin River, and a smile crossed his face.
People often say wealth stirs hearts.
But for cultivators, compared to 'wealth,' it is undoubtedly 'immortality' and 'longevity' that drive them into madness.
Chen Jichuan had deliberately hidden the 'Mystical Gate Skill,' partly to prevent the Taixu Sword Sect from dominating the world, obstructing the growth and rise of geniuses and heroic talents. On the other hand, it was also to make his emergence at this moment shocking enough to become the center of chaos, leveraging this to break through.
Now, it seems that his goals have all been met.
"Be safe."
Chen Jichuan stood up, turned his head, and reminded Wang Yan beside him.
