Chapter 219: Arrival

In the spatial passageway, the sense of time was vague; Wang Ping felt only an instant had passed, but in reality they had already been flying in the spatial passageway for three double-hours.

When they reappeared in the real world, they were already over a hundred thousand li from Baixiang Guo, having crossed countless small states, seven major states, and over a hundred dangerous secret realms, arriving at a country named Tianmu Guo.

Upon arriving here, Liu Ke's face broke into a smile; he turned to Wang Ping and said, "Tianmu Guo belongs to our lineage. If it weren't for this urgent matter, we could stay here for three or four days—you, the senior disciple of the Zhanjun Lord, would definitely receive the highest-standard reception."

Wang Ping smiled and nodded. After this period of contact, Liu Ke told him many things about the Alliance: every ranked state has behind it a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Alliance supporting it, and Tianmu Guo happens to be backed by the Zhanjun lineage.

According to Liu Ke, Tianmu Guo has existed for three thousand years, making it one of the longest-standing nations in existence.

Here the teleportation array is much larger than that of Baixiang Guo, and there are many more cultivators.

Wang Ping's group's flying vessel did not linger; it flew straight into the spatial passageway.

Thus, after crossing one country after another, half a month later the flying vessel arrived at the center of the southern border, where the branch hall of the Hundred Nations Alliance is located.

"To enter the Alliance headquarters, one must go through the teleportation array of the Alliance branch hall—even the five major upper-rank states are no exception!" Liu Ke explained to Wang Ping.

As the voice fell, their flying vessel had already arrived at a vast plaza, where more than twenty teleportation arrays of various sizes were distributed; the largest one covered an area of fifty li square.

Liu Ke pointed to the largest teleportation array and said, "That is the entrance to the Alliance headquarters,"

Wang Ping stood on the flying vessel and gazed out; an endless expanse of plaza stretched before him, the entire plaza paved with a kind of blue-gold stone. Besides the teleportation arrays, every ten kilometers there stood a black metal pillar a hundred zhang high.

Just as Wang Ping was wondering what they were for, Liu Ke already spoke:

"Here we have laid out teleportation arrays of all sizes; spatial openings are frequent. To prevent possible spatial disasters, we have buried thousands of space-suppressing pillars here; their purpose is to suppress the space in this area. Whenever there is a teleportation array, such pillars surround it, though they vary in size."

Wang Ping asked, "Why not scatter them? Doing so would make them easy to wipe out in one fell swoop—both teleportation arrays could be destroyed."

Liu Ke laughed and said, "That is possible, but this place is already one of the centers of the Hundred Nations Alliance; Nascent Soul lords and Golden Core adepts are spread throughout. Anyone who could attack here, if they destroyed the teleportation arrays, would hardly be doing anything other than digging their own grave."

Just as the two were speaking, a cultivator at the peak of Golden Core flew up from below.

Before he even approached, he called out, "Ah, Fellow Daoist Wang Ping has arrived!"

Wang Ping glanced at Liu Ke, who sent a mental transmission: "This is Xu Feng, the chief steward of the teleportation array, Fellow Daoist Xu. All cultivators wishing to enter the Alliance headquarters must pass his inspection before they may enter; his authority is considerable."

Wang Ping understood, then said, "I am indeed Wang Ping; may I ask what brings you here, Fellow Daoist?"

Xu Feng chuckled and said, "I've heard that the senior disciple of the Zhanjun Lord is coming to the Alliance; I'm delighted. May I invite you, Fellow Daoist Wang, to enjoy a banquet together?"

Wang Ping shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Xu, your kindness is appreciated, but I feel uneasy; my master has repeatedly urged me with three jade slips, I don't know what it's about, so…"

Seeing this, Xu Feng showed no difficulty, laughing heartily: "Since the Zhanjun Lord is concerned for his disciple, Fellow Daoist, you may go; there will be plenty of time later."

Wang Ping smiled and nodded; soon it was his flying vessel's turn to undergo transmission.

A black vortex larger than usual for transmission appeared, enveloping the flying vessel.

Linghuan Realm, headquarters of the Hundred Nations Alliance—here towering mountains stand, spiritual springs and waterfalls dot the landscape, cranes soar, fish swim in shallow waters; even a Foundation Establishment cultivator who merely inhales a mouthful of the mist-formed spiritual energy can quicken the condensation of their spiritual power.

On each peak stands a cluster of palaces; that is the residence of the Nascent Soul lords.

The location of the Alliance headquarters is a separately opened space, as large as a low-rank state.

Yet within this vast area lie five fifth-tier spirit veins, one of which has already reached the peak of the fifth tier and can even be considered a half-step into the sixth tier.

Thus the concentration of Dao spiritual energy in the Alliance space is astonishing; as soon as Wang Ping entered, he found that the spiritual energy concentration here nearly matches half that of the Spiritual Realm, though it lacks some spirituality.

The spiritual energy of the Spiritual Realm is not only astonishing in concentration; it also carries a faint, lively aura.

Here, flying on the spirit vessel is forbidden; after disembarking and gazing at this heaven and earth, Wang Ping felt that cultivating here, at the very least reaching Foundation Establishment is no problem; with a bit of opportunity, Golden Core is within reach!

The first heavenly pride of the Foundation Establishment stage in ten thousand years!

The news that the senior disciple of the Zhanjun Lord would return to the Alliance had already spread throughout the headquarters!

When Wang Ping and his group entered the teleportation array, various messages had already arrived here ahead of them.

Thus, as soon as Wang Ping disembarked, his front was already surrounded by many people; most of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators, the rest were Golden Core cultivators—about a hundred or more.

Even more were hidden gazes in the darkness.

Everyone was sizing up the legend before them; indeed, it is a legend—after the Yunluo Tianjiao Assembly, Wang Ping has become a living legend in reality.

Even the top geniuses of the Linghuan Realm joining forces could not withstand a single move from him; just how strong is his combat power at the Foundation Establishment stage?

Having broken through to Golden Core, will he continue to maintain his invincible combat power?

Just then, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator wearing silver battle armor walked over.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Wang; I am Bai Ze, steward of the Zhanjun Peak. The Zhanjun Lord has instructed that upon your arrival, you should first reside in his palace; Fellow Daoist, please follow me."

As Bai Ze's words fell, the hearts of the onlooking cultivators and those covertly observing here were practically overturned by myriad waves!

The Zhanjun Lord truly treats this disciple well!

In the Alliance headquarters, the cultivation sites of Nascent Soul cultivators are located at the nodes of the spirit veins; each place possesses astonishingly thick spiritual energy.

The higher one's cultivation, the better the location they occupy—for instance, the Zhanjun Lord's cultivation grounds already rival the abode of a Transformation Spirit elder!

Who wouldn't be envious of such a place?

Liu Ke was also startled; the Zhanjun Lord's favor toward this disciple seems somewhat unexpected, even letting the disciple stay in his own cultivation grounds first.

Although Wang Ping wasn't entirely clear on this, by observing the expressions and gazes of the surrounding cultivators he already understood that his master's cultivation grounds must be astonishing; at the same time, his master was using this method to tell everyone how much he values his disciple.

After bidding farewell to Liu Ke, Wang Ping followed Bai Ze as they flew up, heading toward Zhanjun Peak; along the way Bai Ze gave Wang Ping a detailed introduction to the Alliance headquarters.

After three double-hours, a towering peak whose summit could not be seen appeared before Wang Ping!

Zhanjun Peak has arrived! At the same time, the war puppet that had been in the process of recognizing its master finally completed the recognition!