This time, Yang Ye didn’t stay in the Grand Myriad Mountains. He rode the Lightning Eagle and flew towards the Imperial Capital because this round of the Ascension Rankings would be ending in less than five days from now.

Yang Ye didn’t feel aversion towards Daoist Zui’s frankness. Conversely, he took it in a broad-minded manner. Yes, besides very close relatives, no one in this world was related to others in any way, so why should the Sword Sect become utter enemies with the Flower Palace for him?

As always, he, Yang Ye, had to rely on himself in this world.

Yang Ye shook his head, discarded the distracting thoughts in his mind, and then he withdrew a few energy stones and started cultivating.

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In the depths of the Grand Myriad Mountains was an extremely grand city. The scale of this city was on par with the Imperial Capital of the Grand Qin Empire, and it even surpassed the Imperial Capital in terms of how bustling it was.

This grand city was the Beast Capital of the Darkbeast Empire!

At the Imperial Palace...