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On the day of Wei Chen's grand wedding, high-ranking officials from the Demon Realm, Nine Immortal Realm, and Hua Xia World gathered to offer their blessings. Initially, Wei Chen preferred a low-key ceremony, but Dark Mage and others insisted on a grand celebration, viewing it as an excellent opportunity to showcase their power.
A wedding of such significance could not be taken lightly; Wei Chen had to heed the opinions of his elders.
Months later, a magnificent wedding took place in the largest city of the Demon Realm, Black Magic City, at the Black Magic Palace. Anyone above the Thirty-Fifth Tier in the Three Major Spatial Dimensions was eligible to attend. Wei Chen initially intended to limit the guest list to those from the Martial Emperor Realm, but Dark Mage disagreed. A grand wedding needed a substantial crowd; a few thousand attendees from the Martial Emperor Realm wouldn’t suffice. Eventually, Dark Mage relaxed the restrictions to include anyone at or above the Thirty-Fifth Tier.
With this broader invitation, over fifty thousand guests from the Three Major Spatial Dimensions and various demon races were expected. Fortunately, the Black Magic Palace was spacious enough to accommodate them all.
Given Wei Chen's status, there was no need for him to personally greet guests; simply allowing them to attend was already a significant honor.
However, exceptions existed.
Muen represented the Black Magic Clan and welcomed guests outside the Black Magic Palace, where decorations were abundant and a festive atmosphere prevailed.
Amidst the celebrations, a dark figure stood out conspicuously.
On this joyous occasion celebrating Wei Chen's wedding, even those with questionable reputations would don festive attire; no one would wear black clothing on such a day.
At the end of the guest line stood a young man appearing to be in his late twenties, clutching a pitch-black long sword and coldly observing the Black Magic Palace and its welcoming party.
Finally, all guests holding invitations entered the Black Magic Palace.
Muen frowned as he watched the approaching young man. Who would dare cause trouble on such a day? It was absurd! Did Wei Chen have any rivals in the Demon Realm?
As the young man drew closer, the welcoming party grew wary; wearing black on such a joyous occasion indicated ill intent.
Excitement rippled through the crowd. Since Wei Chen ascended to godhood in the Demon Realm, it had been ages since anyone dared to cause trouble. Even incidents of violence were rare; peace and stability reigned everywhere.
The idea of causing trouble at Black Magic Palace was something no one dared to contemplate.
"Then, what is the Black-Clad Youth here for?"
Muen coldly glanced at the young man, remaining silent, while the rest of the welcoming party laughed heartily, their faces filled with mockery.
"Is today Wei Chen's wedding?" the young man asked lightly as he approached the entrance of the Black Magic Palace.
Muen replied, "You don't have an invitation. How did you pass through the soldiers' inspection?"
The welcoming party was positioned at the entrance of the Black Magic Palace, and outside, there was a vast area patrolled by countless soldiers who conducted thorough checks. Without an invitation, one simply could not enter. Muen hadn’t considered this issue before, but now it suddenly struck him—everyone who made it here had to be holding an invitation. How did this person manage to sneak in?
Muen's expression grew somewhat serious.
The young man calmly said, "In the Demon Realm, I can come and go as I please. Who can stop me? Your soldiers? If I don’t want to reveal myself, even if I stand right in front of them, can they see me?"
With that, the young man slightly grinned and looked at Muen. "Your strength is no different."
Just as Muen was about to shout in anger, he suddenly realized that the young man had completely vanished!
The rest of the welcoming party outside the Black Magic Palace were all stunned. Vanished into thin air?
Good heavens, he didn’t just fly away; he truly disappeared inexplicably without leaving a trace! Not even a hint of his presence remained.
They had encountered a tough opponent!
Muen signaled to someone beside him, and that person immediately dashed into the hall.
Within a few breaths, a Dark Mage clad in a red robe appeared at the entrance of the hall. Accompanying him were a dozen Demon Race Experts, all at the Martial Emperor Realm.
“Muen, what’s going on?”
The Dark Mage scanned the surroundings coldly, but found no enemies. However, Muen had sent someone in to report that there were indeed intruders, which left the Dark Mage quite displeased.
“The Demon Emperor, there was indeed a young man earlier, seemingly looking for trouble, and he is very powerful.”
As soon as Muen finished speaking, the figure of the Black-Clad Youth slowly revealed itself.
The Dark Mage's expression turned extremely serious. He sensed not a trace of human aura from the young man. On the contrary, there was an extremely faint aura of the demon race surrounding him.
These details were not the main concern; the real issue was that even when the young man was hidden, the Dark Mage had not detected his presence. Now that the young man had exposed himself, the Dark Mage was alarmed because he still could not lock onto the young man's aura!
It felt like a gust of wind—both real and illusory. Even the Dark Mage found it hard to believe whether this young man truly existed or if he was merely a Phantom.
The Dark Mage looked at the young man with a grave expression. He suppressed his anger, narrowed his eyes, and asked calmly, “May I ask who Your Excellency is?”
The Dark Mage's attitude towards the young man was already quite polite. In the demon realm, it seemed there was no one who could make him address them as Your Excellency—except for Wei Chen. He was one of the strongest fighters around. Even Yan Qiqi would not be his match in terms of combat strength. Of course, Yan Qiqi, as the Demon King and Boundary God of Hua Xia World, had many means at her disposal, which put her beyond the Dark Mage's reach in that regard.
The Dark Mage felt puzzled; logically speaking, such a strange figure appearing in the demon realm should have been sensed by Wei Chen.
Perhaps Wei Chen knew but chose to ignore it; if that were the case, the Dark Mage could feel somewhat reassured. But if it were another scenario where even Wei Chen could not perceive this strange young man's presence, then it would be quite dangerous.
The Dark Mage quietly categorized the Black-Clad Youth before him as a dangerous individual.
The arrival of someone with ill intentions is an unchanging truth throughout history.
The Black-Clad Youth glanced at the Dark Mage and shook his head slightly, whispering, “Though it may be a bit disheartening, I must say you are not yet qualified to know my name.”
Arrogance? Madness?
Muen and the others could hardly contain their anger, but with the Dark Mage present, they had to wait for his orders. Without the Dark Mage's command, no one was allowed to act.
The Dark Mage was also furious, yet the more enraged he felt, the calmer his mind became. He understood deeply that the Black-Clad Youth before him was not to be trifled with. It was very likely that even Wei Chen had failed to detect his presence!
Seeing the angry crowd, the Black-Clad Youth furrowed his brow and said, "Since today is Wei Chen's wedding day, I will not stir up trouble. I will come back after the wedding."
With that, the Black-Clad Youth began to leave, his form gradually fading.
"Shao Hou? Heh heh, since you're here, why not have a drink before you go?" A voice called out.
Wei Chen, dressed in a Golden Red Wedding Robe, appeared before the Black-Clad Youth.
The Black-Clad Youth, who had just begun to fade away, became clear once more.
"Wei Chen?" The Black-Clad Youth, Shao Hou, looked at Wei Chen with a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Wei Chen nodded and said with a smile, "A guest is a guest. One of the Five Emperors of the Ancient World has come personally. If you leave without having a drink at my wedding, word will spread that I, Wei Chen, am angry."
After pondering for a moment, the Black-Clad Youth also smiled. He looked deeply at Wei Chen and raised his hands in salute. "In that case, having a drink is fine. I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything good. This Divine Pill will serve as my congratulatory gift."
As he spoke, without any visible movement, a dark green brocade box appeared in his palm. The box was entirely transparent, allowing everyone to see a green pill floating inside it. It was about the size of a thumb but emitted no scent whatsoever.
Although Wei Chen did not have an extensive understanding of the Ancient World, he had heard about Divine Pills from the Great Xia Divine King long ago.
The Divine Pill was the only god-level pill in the Ancient World. One Divine Pill could create a powerhouse close to Divine King strength. Its value could only be described as immeasurable. According to the Great Xia Divine King, there were not many Divine Pills in the Ancient World; it was remarkable if any Divine King possessed three or four of them. Furthermore, Divine Pills had the power of resurrection; even if someone died, forcibly administering a Divine Pill could bring them back to life.
The benefits of the Divine Pill were beyond imagination.
For the first time in his life, Wei Chen felt a sense of hesitation about accepting something from others.
However, he hesitated only for a moment before taking the Divine Pill offered by the Black-Clad Youth, as if it meant nothing to him, and tossed it into Muen's hands.
"Uncle Muen, make a note of this. The Ancient World’s Shaohuang God King has gifted us a Divine Pill. We need to find an appropriate opportunity to return the favor," Wei Chen said with a grin.
Muen quickly noted it down. It was then that he and the Dark Mage realized that the Black-Clad Youth was actually the Shaohuang God King of the Ancient World.
The title of Divine King from the Ancient World carried significant weight, and respect began to show in the eyes of the Dark Mage and Muen. The reputation of Divine King Shaohao was not just about prestige; his strength was fundamental! The Dark Mage felt he had no confidence at all in facing Shaohou; perhaps he wouldn't even be able to detect where he was.
Shaohou glanced at Wei Chen and said, "When you go to the Ancient World, you'll understand that this gift is one you can never repay."
"What do you mean by that?" Wei Chen asked calmly.
Shaohou smirked and replied, "The value of a Divine Pill is enough to exchange for an entire demon realm."
At these words, the Dark Mage and others were even more shocked. Though they found it hard to believe, could the Divine King Shaohao really be boasting at such a time? If so, then it must be true?
Muen's hands trembled slightly as he held the Divine King Pill...
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