For people of Qin Yichen's level, strength is no longer as important as it seemed at first, these are just means to achieve the goal.

Especially since he once stood at the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Taoist Courts in the world, in many cases, his strength could only be a supporting role.

The most important thing in cultivation is the mind to cultivate the Tao.

Now, Qin Yichen finally found something that belongs to him in this new world.

Looking at the world again, I feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Qin Yichen smiled and shook his head.

There is indeed a sense of intimacy, but it is given by his own followers. In this world, there are still many people who do not want him to exist.

Among them is the Supreme Court of God.

These are the problems and difficulties that Qin Yichen needs to solve now, and they cannot be explained clearly in a simple sentence or two.

Qin Yichen knew his current situation. Under such circumstances, he was extremely lucky to have the support of the believers in the Light Lord Temple.

"Let's go and show those old guys some color tonight."

Today is the first night when the tournament officially begins. On this night, everyone can challenge their opponents, no matter who they are.

After tonight, they had to attack specific camps according to the arrangements of the Lord of the Floating City.

Not for anything else, just because on the night of this first day, they, the floating city lords, will gather together and use their own methods and hard power to compete.

Based on the comparison results this night, the ranking of this tournament will be given.

They really don't have time to deal with the affairs of these juniors tonight, and this is also the only chance for others.

If you want to win without interference from the top, tonight's victory and defeat must be pure and clean, without any impurities.

Qin Yichen was not invited to this matter originally. He was able to come here because of the favor given to him by the Supreme Court. Now he still wants to participate in the internal resource allocation of the tournament?

Isn't this a joke? When did the Supreme Court become so stupid as to give away its resources to its opponents?

Qin Yichen knocked on his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Do you think they will welcome me there?"

Han Sanjian straightened his lips.

"How can we welcome you? You're lucky not to be kicked out today."

Saying that, Han Sanjian put his arm around Qin Yichen's shoulders.

"But brother, don't worry. As long as I'm here today, no one can try to kick you out. Really, unless you don't want to stay in there anymore."

"This is actually a bit troublesome. You must participate in this meeting. No matter what others say, you cannot leave."

"There are many benefits in this. I will tell you slowly when the time comes. Let me make it clear to you in advance. You must not leave the meeting, otherwise your status will plummet."

Qin Yichen nodded knowingly.

He had already prepared for this.

Whether it is for the current Light Lord Temple or Qin Yichen himself, they all need to show up in front of the Supreme Court.

Whether Qin Yichen and the Light Lord Temple can show up or not can stand firm in front of the Supreme Court, and whether the Supreme Court recognizes the legitimacy of Qin Yichen's status as the city lord of Ruins City.

Regardless of the outcome of this meeting, even if it's just sitting there until the end, it has a different meaning to Qin Yichen.

In order for him to achieve such a crucial victory, Han Sanjian and the others must have paid a high price. Otherwise, with his careless temperament, he would never have given such instructions.

"Don't worry, I know the importance of this matter, and there will definitely be no personal feelings involved in it."

Han Sanjian chuckled.

"As long as you know what I mean, I'll explain it to you later. Let's go first."

After saying that, the two of them flew past and arrived directly below the palace built by Qin Yichen. Han Sanjian scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

"Oh no, I went in the wrong direction. I'm not here this year."

Qin Yichen glanced at Han Sanjian unexpectedly, then suddenly turned to look at the palace he built above his head, pointing and asking with a speechless expression.

"Is that why?"

Han Sanjian nodded helplessly.

After a lot of twists and turns, the two of them dared to rush to the scene before the meeting started.

The place where the meeting was held was high in the sky above their heads. I wonder if it was intentional by the Supreme Court. They were right above the palace built by Qin Yichen.

It looks empty in front of you, but you only need to take a step forward to discover the secrets inside.

What came into view was a glorious golden scene, with a crouching dragon hovering above the golden pillar, its eyes wide open, as if it was about to spit out a burst of blazing fire at any moment.

Entering the depths of the hall, there is a huge platform similar to a pavilion.

Inside is a table with a diameter of several hundred meters, which is as smooth and clean as a mirror, reflecting the colorful paintings of this palace.

There is no need to look up, just through this huge "mirror" you can appreciate the exquisite paintings above your head.

The workmanship and thought are very clever.

When Han Sanjian walked to the table, a group of people warmly welcomed him.

"Han Sanjian, you are here to participate again this year. Is Mr. Feng still in good health?

It's so difficult for this old friend to see him, so I have to visit him in person some other time."

Han Sanjian quickly stood up and saluted.

"I met Senior Zhang. Elder Feng has been ill recently and is recuperating at home.

You don't even visit him on weekdays."

I was just talking to Senior Zhang when another person said this.

"Oh, isn't this Han Sanjian? He's already so big. The last time I saw you, you were still a little kid. How good it is that you have the opportunity to be on equal footing with us so soon."

Han Sanjian responded to these people's inquiries one by one.

When the discussion was about to end, Han Sanjian sent a message to Qin Yichen.

"It's about to start, come in."

Han Sanjian was actually worried that Qin Yichen was not strong enough to bear the glare of so many people, so he specifically let Qin Yichen in at the last moment.

It was originally out of good intentions, but unexpectedly, just as Qin Yichen showed up, a divine envoy stood in front of Qin Yichen.

"The meeting has already started. You are late. Come back next time."

The divine envoy snorted and looked at Qin Yichen with a somewhat contemptuous look.

As long as it is delayed for a moment, the meeting will really begin, and Qin Yichen will really not be allowed to enter it.

And this time is short, even less than ten breaths.

Any delay will cause Qin Yichen to miss this opportunity.

Ten breaths of time seemed extremely short, not even enough for Qin Yichen to send two messages to the busy and exhausted Han Sanjian.

At this critical moment, Qin Yichen did not ask anyone, but suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him, the disguise of the palace suddenly dissipated. Qin Yichen saw that God's Envoy Gotham Jin had reached the edge of the palace.

As if sensing something, Gotham Jin glanced at Qin Yichen's position and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The next moment, he appeared in the center of the round table, standing in the air.
Chapter completed!