I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

At this very moment, in the Hall of Eternity.

As Shen Ming emerged from the Daluo Palace, he encountered Nangong Tian, ​​the Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace.

"Palace Master Nangong".

Shen Ming didn't show the same enthusiasm as when they first met, but he wasn't too cold either. The other party knew about the Moon Forbidden Zone but didn't report it.

He was assigned to the Eternal Palace, where the other party was very responsible and told him about the Eternal Immortal Spirit.

Nangong Tian's eyes darted away.

He came to the Eternal Hall for two reasons: first, to guide Shen Ming through the ceremony; and second, to follow the Dean's orders to prevent Shen Ming from speaking carelessly during the ceremony.

After all, it was Shen Ming who came to become the emperor's son on his own initiative; it wasn't something they forced upon him.

However, seeing that Shen Ming had already accepted it calmly, Nangong Tian knew that there was no need to warn him, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Palace Master Nangong, why has there been no further activity after the Eternal Immortal Spirit bestowed the word?" Shen Ming asked.

For the past three months, he has been trying to communicate with the Eternal Fairy face to face.

Huh? Why are you asking me? How would I know?

Nangong Tian was unaware that Shen Ming had taken to heart what he had said about the immortals earlier, and believed that he knew a great deal about the immortals.

“Wild beasts hibernate, but in this world, immortals can only fall into slumber,” Nangong Tian casually offered a reason.

Makes sense!

Shen Mingshen agreed, believing that such a balance did indeed exist between heaven and earth.

At this very moment, in the Eternal Palace, the immortal spirit, who had been suffering from insomnia for three whole months, lay stiffly on the ground with her eyes wide open.

Suddenly, a wave of weariness washed over me, and my eyelids began to feel heavy.

Finally!

The Eternal Immortal Spirit's eyes welled with tears, but she dared not get too excited lest she scare away her drowsiness.

She closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep.

Upon seeing Shen Mingxin outside, Nangong Tian asked, "You've already obtained the Eternal Dharma Body inheritance, why are you still looking for immortal spirits?"

"I'd like to ask about the situation of my senior brothers and sisters. After all, Xianling woke up earlier, so why did she teach my senior brothers and sisters supernatural powers? If they weren't qualified, why were they assigned to the Eternal Palace in the first place?" Shen Ming said.

The senior students have dedicated themselves to teaching him for the past three months because they share a common goal.

But that doesn't mean there aren't real feelings involved, so Shen Ming now wants to ask his senior brothers and sisters to find out the truth.

He wasn't afraid to go to the forbidden zone on the moon, but he was worried about what would happen to his senior brothers and sisters after he left.

Nangong Tian couldn't help but be moved; such a sincere heart was a rare sight in the cruel world of cultivation.

"The immortals entrusted the inheritance to you so that you would represent the eternal lineage and pass it on to your senior brothers and sisters."

This is the mainstream view of the academy.

"Then there's no need to set the conditions for the fourth level of heaven," Shen Ming said, puzzled.

Nangong Tian frowned, not understanding why he was getting hung up on this at this crucial juncture.

Thinking of Shen Ming's fate, he couldn't help but comfort him: "The condition may not be a realm, but a certain state of mind or artistic conception. If you can comprehend it, you can directly disband."

"Oh?"

Shen Ming was skeptical, but he could tell that the Princess of Nangong was trying to comfort him.

He knew nothing about the Eternal Dao; if anyone had comprehended its profound mysteries, it should be his senior brothers and sisters.

They've wasted centuries here; it's more suitable for them than for themselves.

However, it is not impossible. With his innate sacred body and Dao embryo, he can do things that his senior brothers cannot.

"Let's go."

Nangong Tian was about to take him to the grand ceremony.

Suddenly, Nangong Tian was startled, and saw seven figures striding out.

These seven members of the Eternal Lineage, unlike their former listless selves, were now full of energy and exuded an awe-inspiring presence.

Leading the group was Su Lianyun, who stood tall and imposing like a majestic mountain.

He wore a long purple-gold robe, with ancient and mysterious runes embroidered on it in silver thread.

His face was resolute, as if carved by a knife and axe.

Situ Qing wore a white, floor-length gown, the fabric of which was so light and airy that it seemed to be woven from the clouds in the sky.

Her silver hair, flowing like a waterfall, reached her waist without a single streak of color. It shimmered with a silvery glow in the sunlight, like the purest silver threads.

Even Ma Quandao was dressed in formal attire, exuding elegance in every gesture.

"Senior Brother Su? You guys?!"

Nangong Tian was astonished. The seven members of the Eternal Lineage had been living in seclusion and would have been almost forgotten if it weren't for the Emperor's son.

Judging from the current situation, it seems they intend to attend the Eternal Ceremony.

“The Emperor’s son is my junior brother from the Eternal Lineage. Why aren’t we old bones showing up at the Eternal Ceremony?” Situ Qing said.

"What? You won't forbid it, will you?" Ma Quandao said.

"how come!"

Nangong Tian quickly denied it. On the contrary, he liked to see this scene, so that today's ceremony wouldn't be too absurd.

"Then let's go," Su Lianyun said with a smile.

……

Outside, the academy activated its grand formation, inviting guests from all directions to take their seats.

Countless stone platforms, like suspended islands, are arranged in a staggered manner around the high platform; these are the seats for today.

After the guests were seated, mist filled the space between the stone platforms, creating a dreamlike and enchanting scene, like a fairyland.

A radiant glow of light emanated from the end of the academy, like a ribbon spreading out to form a road.

"coming!"

Countless people turned their gazes toward it, eager to see what the Eternal Emperor's son looked like.

A gentle breeze stirred, and a shimmering light seemed to dance in the air.

Surrounded by the seven members of the Eternal Lineage, Shen Ming slowly walked in, coming into the view of many people.

The atmosphere froze, many people's pupils constricted, and their attitudes subtly changed.

The Eternal Emperor's son came too suddenly, and being from the lower realm, many people looked down on him, or even treated him as a joke.

Until I saw it with my own eyes...

Shen Ming has a tall and slender figure, standing proudly like a green bamboo. Every step he takes carries a unique rhythm, as if in harmony with the breath of heaven and earth.

Symbolizing the emperor's son's white robe fluttering in the wind, with a subtle radiance flowing through it, pure and without a trace of impurity.

Such a long robe would look out of place on anyone with a slightly less attractive appearance or demeanor.

But in Shen Ming, there is nothing to criticize.

He was handsome, with eyes like deep, dark pools, yet clear and bright, as if holding countless stars that twinkled and shimmered within them.

He seemed to be enveloped in a faint halo, ethereal and illusory, yet carrying an aura of sacred inviolability.

"Is this really from the lower realm?"

Princess Yuehua blurted out, then nervously looked around, wondering if she should explain that she had only spoken unintentionally and did not mean to look down on cultivators from the lower realms.

Nobody cared, because most people had the same question.

"This is our Eternal Prince? Not bad, not bad!"

Many students at Eternal Academy were seeing Shen Ming for the first time, and they all breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

They had worried that the imperial prince wasn't outstanding enough, but now it seems they were overthinking it.

His looks alone are enough to win over many female cultivators, without them even having to lift a finger.

"The Imperial Son's Ceremony officially begins!"

Dean Yongheng interrupted everyone's thoughts with a cold laugh, then immediately began the ceremony, giving people an unnatural sense of haste.