Chapter 845

“Someone received purple?”

Ji Fang, who was just about to channel Dao power, sharply turned his head.

Even Xue Qing Zhenjun, in the Emperor’s Red Realm, opened his eyes and gazed toward that man.

Noble purple, like silk threads, wound around his robes.

Elevating his already noble status to its utmost height.

“Shen Xu, Prince Xuan?”

A flicker of surprise crossed Ji Fang’s face, but it quickly faded into calm.

Expected in reason, unexpected in outcome.

Prince Xuan’s great-grandfather was the Emperor.

Noble bloodline.

Among all the princes of Shen Xu Immortal Dynasty, he was also among the top tier—these factors combined, it was indeed quite possible he would receive purple, yet Ji Fang always felt Prince Xuan’s talent still fell slightly short; after all, receiving purple was a rarity once in a thousand years, and ought to be truly astonishing.

Yet the second person in a thousand years to receive purple turned out to be Prince Xuan.

“Lucky fellow.”

Ji Fang smiled and shook his head.

He ultimately attributed Prince Xuan’s receipt of purple to luck.

Of course, luck itself is also an essential part of strength.

Or rather, it was less luck than cosmic fortune—he could vaguely sense that Prince Xuan now bore an extraordinarily terrifying amount of cosmic fortune.

This Emperor’s Trial is crucial for Shen Xu Immortal Dynasty to select its next Emperor; now that Prince Xuan has received purple, he has nearly secured the throne for himself.

Previously, Prince Xuan was not the most favored candidate for Emperor in Shen Xu Immortal Dynasty.

Ji Fang, well-versed in Emperor history, was not truly surprised.

After all, such dark horses had appeared among past Emperors.

“So it’s finally happened!”

Ji Fang’s eyes glowed with excitement.

The [Full Hall Applause] is near.

Had things followed his original path, he would have at best received crimson upper, drawing the attention of seventy-odd Emperors.

But thanks to the blessing of Huanglong Daojun, he was forcibly elevated to purple.

What matters most in the Emperor’s Hall?

Cosmic fortune!

That’s precisely why only those from the most potent immortal dynasties qualify to enter.

It’s not stinginess—others who enter would be useless.

The greatest difference between an immortal dynasty and an immortal sect is the extreme emphasis on cosmic fortune.

The Emperor selects successors by claiming it’s about affinity and talent, but in truth, it’s all about cosmic fortune.

Those burdened with great cosmic fortune will inevitably draw extra attention.

Huanglong Daojun directly grafted eight hundred years of future cosmic fortune onto him, borrowing from tomorrow to pay today—receiving purple was inevitable.

“Congratulations, Prince Xuan.”

Several elder founders of first-tier immortal dynasties, perceptive and shrewd, had already stepped forward to offer their congratulations.

Those with good information all knew.

If nothing unexpected occurs, the Prince Xuan before them is almost certain to become the next Emperor.

To befriend the next Emperor of Shen Xu Immortal Dynasty now is no less a great fortune than receiving a direct reward from the Emperor’s Hall.

In an instant,

Dozens of people gathered around Prince Xuan.

Among them were even several imperial scions from other super-tier immortal dynasties.

His prestige reached its peak.

As for the other princes of Shen Xu Immortal Dynasty, their expressions were far from pleasant.

Especially Ling Wang, who had been considered the most likely candidate to receive purple this time.

The struggle for the Emperor’s throne is a struggle for life and death.

How difficult is it to attain Dao?

Even with elders in Shen Xu Immortal Dynasty guiding their path, making it easier than for cultivators from minor sects or dynasties, forming a Dao Fruit remains a perilous endeavor with nine deaths and one life.

How could it compare to the [Full Hall Applause], which guarantees absolute success in becoming a Dao Lord?

Ling Wang took a deep breath.

He focused entirely, continuing to connect his cosmic fortune with the ancestral statues.

A full quarter-hour passed.

A crimson divine light surged into the heavens.

Received crimson!

Ninety-nine Emperors acknowledged it.

This result, under normal circumstances, would have been a once-in-a-thousand-years achievement—but alas, with Prince Xuan’s purple appearing this year, it seemed insufficient.

Ling Wang’s face instantly darkened.