The celestial emperors had naturally boasted absolute confidence in the five youths to personally name them the Five Youth Sovereigns of the world.

All of them were young, no one past fifty years old. In the world of immortals, cultivators and immortals alike enjoyed long lives, easily seeing several thousand years, or perhaps even dozens of millennia. One who’d yet to reach fifty truly deserved the appellation of ‘young’.

The sparring between cultivators grew more intense as time went on, turning the radius of fifteen hundred kilometers around Dusk City into their private battleground.

Some fought to the death, some just exchanged moves with each other, others observed the fighting, and some simply sat down and conversed at length, sharing their knowledge.

In any case, five figures still firmly monopolized all five corners of the sky. They’d already weathered five waves of challengers, but were still standing tall. Apart from Lu Yun’s victory over Dongfang...