History’s Strongest Senior Brother

h for intimidation.
They simply needed someone who was capable of competently overseeing things there.

In the end, Feng Chi had stayed behind, even having taken over the mantle at the head of the Eight Extremities World’s Broad Creed Mountain.

His son, Feng Moyang, had already headed to the World beyond Worlds as he formed part of the important cornerstones for Broad Creed Mountain there like Xu Fei, Sikong Qing and Ying Longtu.

“Senior apprentice-uncle Feng, senior apprentice-brother Xu,” Yan Zhaoge greeted the two.

Feng Chi and Xu Fei both nodded to him, “Has the Brocade Emperor already descended?”

Yan Zhaoge said, “He should have arrived before me.
I am heading to Turbid Wave Pavilion now.”

The size of the Eight Extremities World was already too small for the current Yan Zhaoge.

What had once been a long distance could be traversed in the blink of an eye now as the endless horizon zoomed by.

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Yan Zhaoge had once visited the headquarters of Turbid Wave Pavilion before.
As he visited it again now, while the scenery was still the same, everything had long since changed from how it had been before.

The previous Pavilion Lord An Qinglin had successfully advanced to the second level of the Martial Saint realm in recent years.
She had passed her seat down to her disciple and focused simply on cultivating in peace.

As the Radiant Light Sect had been completely destroyed and Broad Creed Mountain had come to gain stable footing in the World beyond Worlds, the Eight Extremities World was already one where Broad Creed Mountain fully reigned supreme now.

Although the other major powers still had their autonomy, their relationship with Broad Creed Mountain had been continually changing.

As Broad Creed Mountain’s status had become increasingly transcendent, the attitudes of the other major powers had gradually begun to change as they became subordinate to Broad Creed Mountain.

The conflicts existing between them were more to see who would be superior beneath Broad Creed Mountain’s ultimate reign.

Turbid Wave Pavilion could be said to be in rather an advantageous position here.

Having already been notified by Feng Chi previously, An Qinglin and the current Lord of Turbid Wave Pavilion came out to greet them along with many of their Elders.

Seeing Yan Zhaoge, they all respectfully paid their respects to him.

Any feelings they once had had already long since dwindled into nothingness by now as only respect remained as they saw Yan Zhaoge at this moment.

“No need to stand on ceremony,” Yan Zhaoge had not the time to care about formalities as he cut to the chase, “Senior apprentice-uncle Feng has probably already contacted you regarding this matter.
I wonder where Fellow Daoist Chen, Chen Mingying currently is?”

An Qinglin answered, “Junior apprentice-niece Chen is currently in the Pavilion.
No one has come to look for her, though.”

Yan Zhaoge shook his head, “That person’s cultivation base is too high as somebody who has already pushed open the door to Immortality.
Here in the Eight Extremities World, he is not suppressed by the power of dimensions.
There is probably no one at all who can detect his coming and goings.”

Now that his cultivation base was suppressed to that of a third level Martial Saint, even Yan Zhaoge was currently hard pressed to rely on his senses to confirm if the Brocade Emperor had indeed arrived.

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Nevertheless, he believed that the Brocade Emperor Fu Yunchi had already arrived for sure.

Therefore, he said, “This Yan must still bother you to lead the way to Fellow Daoist Chen’s lodgings.”

An Qinglin spoke no further as she immediately led the way.

They arrived outside a small courtyard.
Before even entering, they could already hear the voices of people as they conversed within.

Those of Turbid Wave Pavilion could not help but exchange looks.

Yan Zhaoge’s expression was as per usual as he raised his hand to call for the others to stop before walking over himself.

The door of the small courtyard was partially closed as gazing within, one could vaguely see that a few people were currently seated in front of a residence and beneath a massive maidenhair tree.

One of them currently seemed mild and composed, but was always the one who would first be noticed.

Snow white clothes and a red outer robe, handsome looks, transcendental grace and bearing.

This could be none other than the Brocade Emperor, Fu Yunchi.

Across from him sat a middle-aged woman.

Yan Zhaoge recognised her as Meng Wan’s former Master in the Sacred Sun Clan, Chen Mingying.

Meng Wan was seated quietly in a lower seat than the two.

Now, the Brocade Emperor’s deep, pleasant voice resounded, “Do you have any thoughts regarding the Sacred Sun Clan that you hailed from?”