<h4>Chapter 1623: Chapter 1620: Holding One’s Head High</h4>


    Within the Peni Immortal Ind Minor World.


    Spiritual energy fills the air, resembling a dreamlike fairnd, a ce where the strong from all ns gather, yet undercurrents flow, permeating the space with a subtle tension.


    Cann Yutian stands with hands behind his back, a smile full upon his face, yet in others’ eyes, this smile holds a deeper meaning and sharpness, his gaze akin to an arrow piercing straight at Xue Tu.


    As he speaks, his voice like a giant bell, his words echo slowly in this space enveloped by spiritual power: "Xue Tu, my friend, it has been a while. Look at this Immortal Realm, how the winds of change stir, many great ns rising and falling over time, truly makes one sigh in amazement."


    His tone shifts, he slightly lifts his head, with pride and satisfaction in his expression, raising his hand to point at his nsmen surrounding them, speaking boldly: "Take my Cann Immortal n, blessed by the ancestors, with steady progress and dedicated cultivation, we now possess deep foundations."


    "Speaking of Immortal Venerate Realm experts, though not iming to dominate all ns, we boast eight, each seasoned by battles, overflowing with spiritual power, possessing extraordinary cultivation techniques; a single stomp could make a side of the world shudder thrice."


    After speaking, he pauses briefly, his gaze catching Xue Tu’s subtle change in expression, then raising his tone, increasingly high in spirits: "Let alone those elite Immortal Emperor Realm, an impressive eighty-some, dazzling like stars in the gxy, each capable of holding their own, guarding vital areas."


    "Gathered together, they form an invincible army that could overturn heaven and earth, shifting the tide of battle. Compared to this..."


    He deliberately extends his tone, his smile increasingly yful: "The Blood n in recent years seems a bit subdued, fame from the past still remains, yet the current number of real experts, tsk tsk, truly makes onement."


    After speaking, he tilts his head back andughs heartily, theughter infused with spiritual power, causing the surrounding air to hum loudly, as if seeking to crack the space to showcase his might.


    Xue Tu stands aside, his expression originally calm and serene, yet upon hearing Cann Yutian’s tant boasting and hidden mocking words, his mouth uncontrobly twitches hard, his face tight like a drawn bowstring.


    Inwardly he reflects, having secluded himself for years, focused solely on strengthening the Blood n, believing that with four Immortal Venerate and several Immortal Emperor experts, they were by no means ordinary, enough to secure a foothold in the Immortal Realm.


    Unexpectedly, the Cann Immortal n, appearing neither prominent nor ostentatious, hides such profound reserves.


    Those over eighty Immortal Emperor experts, like heavy stones, press against his chest, making him momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.


    Just as the atmosphere grows tense, awkwardly stalemated, the void seemingly torn by a pair of invisible giant hands, as light flickers, Mu Xizi leads Phantom Feather n experts into appearing out of nowhere, like heavenly soldiers.


    Mu Xizi, with his white robe billowing, smiles faintly on his face as if a fresh breeze skims across ake, rippling gentle waves, yet the slight upward curve of his lips carries a nuance that is intriguing.


    His gaze briefly halts on Xue Tu, his voice warm yet robustly strong: "Xue Tu, my friend, pleased to meet you."


    "Our Phantom Feather n have long dwelled in the Shadow Ghost Abyss, dedicated to honing skills, uninvolved with external affairs, outsiders might think our n declining, yet unaware we have quietly amassed strength, now equally not to be underestimated."


    As he speaks, he elegantly waves a hand, gesturing to his nsmen behind him, his gaze consistently fixed on Xue Tu, with an increasingly profound smile, "Immortal Venerate Realm experts, our n also has eight, each deeply versed in the secrets of Netherworld Abyss spiritual power, able to wield the power of Ghost Abyss with mere gestures."


    "The sons of Immortal Emperor Realm number over eighty, they cultivate amidst swirling Yin energy, developing unique cultivation techniques, in battle they can catch adversariespletely off guard."


    His words carry both humble understatement and a subtle hint of matching the Cann Immortal n in parallel contest.


    In a moment.


    The atmosphere grows increasingly delicate andplex, with top experts of three forces exchanging nces, creating even more undercurrents, as if a hidden game had already begun within this Peni Fairy Ind Minor World.


    Xue Tu, forced by these sessive "disys of power", feels his face flushing hot, his liver aze, his chest heaving heavily, suddenly raises his eyes, his gaze like a beast cornered at the end, revealing defiance and determination, biting his teeth in a coldugh: "Hmph, you two shouldn’t celebrate too early, though my Blood n currently falls behind in the number of high-level experts, you forget one crucial matter!"


    Cann Yutian and Mu Xizi, hearing this, have their smiles halted, their brows involuntarily raising, revealing a trace of doubt and vignce.


    Xue Tu perceives this, stands straight, slightly lifts his chin, folding his arms, his stance as if regaining confidence, emphatically stating: "My Blood n now has an extremely strong asset, that is Xu Wendong! He is no ordinary person, he has now be our Blood n’s son-inw, connected with our bloodline, sharing fortunes and woes."


    Cann Yutian frowned, sneering dismissively: "A young boy, how big a wave can he make? Even with some skill, how could he outweigh the numbers of tangible experts?"


    Mu Xizi, on the side, also nodded in agreement, his eyes full of disapproval.


    Xue Tu’s lips form a yful smile: "Perhaps you are too oblivious, haven’t noticed the divine beside my daughter?"


    "What?"


    Mu Xizi and Cann Yutian’s pupils tremble suddenly, their eyes uniformly revealing a look of panic.


    "That guy is your Blood n’s son-inw?" Cann Yutian looks at Xue Tu in shock, clearly not having expected Xu Wendong to be the Blood n’s son-inw.


    Mu Xizi also feels his scalp tingling, having seen Xu Wendong before, yet not even in his dreams did he imagine that guy would be the Blood n’s son-inw.


    Seeing the shock on their faces, Xue Tu’s lips curve into a mocking arc, his gaze shing with a sense of pride: "Xu Wendong is bestowed with the blood of Emperor Pangu, having already broken through shackles, stepped into the divine ranks, bing a genuine god!"


    "With this alone, his individual might is enough to shake heaven and earth, overturn the situation."


    "Yet even so, in front of the old I, he respectfully must call me father-inw!"


    "He is truly an Acquired God?" Cann Yutian looks at Xue Tu in rm, a giant wave surging within his heart.


    Mu Xizi’s lips tremble: "Can a person indeed be a god?"


    To them, a god represents a lofty existence, worldly divine positions are limited, one often cannot break the shackles in their lifetime as a mortal.


    Yet who would have thought, the young man seen previously would actually be an ’Acquired God’.


    This overturns their understanding of the world.


    Xue Tu, full of pride: "Perhaps others cannot, but our son-inw bears the destiny and fortune endowed upon him, a Child of Destiny, having broken through shackles, bing a god!"


    These words, akin to a thunderbolt on tnd, echo explosively within the Peni Immortal Ind Minor World.


    Cann Yutian and Mu Xizi look at Xue Tu withplex emotions.


    They envy the Blood n’s extraordinary fortune, to be intimately connected with a newly ascended deity.


    Regretting their earlier arrogance and prideful boasting, entirely unaware of the Blood n hiding such a critical trump card.


    In this Immortal Realm, though gods and immortals differ by one character, they are worlds apart.


    No matter how numerous the high-ranking immortals, in the face of the supreme might of gods transgressing into saintliness and wielding the power ofws, they are as insignificant as ants...