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

Those who boarded the ship were indeed passengers from the upper realm, mainly from the three thousand Dao states. None of them were Dao Lords; most were at the Human Dao realm.

This made the people from the Sixth Realm somewhat uneasy.

"Junior Sister Li, perhaps there are members of our Heaven-Mending Path among them. Let's go and take a look."

Mo Wentian approached Shen Ming and Li Miaozhen. Ever since becoming one of the six, this disciple of the Heaven-Mending Sect felt that he was capable again.

When Shen Ming heard him say "We are the Dao of Mending Heaven," he inexplicably wanted to laugh, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"I've put up with you for so long, you've been laughing at me the whole time, I've never heard you laugh!"

Unexpectedly, Mo Wentian reacted strongly and launched an attack.

Ever since the future vision knelt before Shen Ming, this disciple of the Heaven-Mending Sect has been switching back and forth between inferiority and arrogance, behaving in such a capricious manner.

It's worth mentioning that this was the first time he had spoken to Shen Ming.

“I was indeed laughing at you this time,” Shen Ming said.

As for what came before, he hadn't paid any attention to the other party.

Mo Wentian frowned, his eyes filled with undisguised anger.

Shen Ming couldn't help but think of what Yun Xi had said: some people's malice can span hundreds of years, and that was exactly what Mo Wentian was talking about.

However, even if Mo Wentian becomes Emperor several hundred years later, he will still have to kneel before me.

Thinking of this, Shen Ming smiled broadly.

Mo Wentian clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even feel his fingertips piercing his skin.

If he weren't outmatched, he would definitely make a move now.

"Junior sister?" Mo Wentian brought the topic back to the beginning.

He wanted to take Li Miaozhen, this celestial beauty, to meet his fellow cultivators in the upper realm.

"Ask him," Li Miaozhen said calmly.

"Him? Why should I ask him about my Heaven-Mending Sect's affairs?" Mo Wentian said.

“Although Shen Ming is a Holy Emperor, the Ancient Holy Emperor Academy has always been open to him. If it really comes to dealing with the Heaven-Mending Dao, it is he who will do it, not you,” Li Miaozhen said.

Mo Wentian's face turned pale and then red.

Shen Ming felt that these words were somewhat cruel; to kill someone is to destroy their spirit as well.

“He’s not worthy! He’s not one of the six of us. Without the Dao Lord’s guidance, why should the cultivators from the Upper Realm give him any respect?” Mo Wentian said.

"sorrow."

Shen Ming shook his head. It was fortunate that the cultivators of the Middle Three Realms considered themselves superior and looked down upon the Lower Three Realms.

Listen to what they're saying. In some ways, it's not as good as the flesh-and-blood people he knows in the Xuanhuang World.

“You reached the Holy Realm at the age of eighteen, and everything went smoothly for you. You never encountered adversity, so how could you know how difficult the world is!” Mo Wentian said.

"Why should I know?"

"Then I'll wait until you reach the Moon Palace, and I'll reach the Divine Realm before you, or even surpass the realm of humanity."

This time, the two completely broke off relations; they had previously disliked each other.

"And then you bow down to me?" Shen Ming said.

Ahhhhh!

Mo Wentian roared inwardly, wishing he could change his supernatural phenomenon.

At this moment, the two stopped arguing, and several figures appeared on the deck.

Looking up, a group of cultivators stood in the distance, their figures extraordinary, like celestial beings descending to earth.

With every gesture they made, the laws of heaven and earth seemed to tremble slightly at their presence.

Everyone has a completely different temperament.

The young cultivator at the head of the group had a handsome face and long, ink-black hair that cascaded down his shoulders.

He simply stood there, yet it was as if he possessed the brilliance of a thousand stars, his gaze casually sweeping across the scene.

On the other side, a woman in a plain white dress, with the hem fluttering gently, seemed to bloom into ten thousand moonlight blossoms, and the surrounding air froze into ice.

"They are all saintly kings."

The twenty-three people from the Sixth Realm were terrified; they were all at the Saint King level.

Moreover, almost everyone was stronger than any of the strongest people they had ever seen before.

"It's impossible for the Three Thousand Provinces to have Saint Kings as numerous as dogs; rather, it's because the Saint Kings need to go to the moon for training."

Once they understood this, they felt a pang of envy.

When the Golden Moon appeared, they could only watch helplessly; if it weren't for the Holy Cliff Heavenly Association, they couldn't do anything.

But these people can travel in groups to the places they dream of.

This is the difference!

It is worth mentioning that, compared to their curiosity about the cultivators of the upper realm, these young geniuses from the Three Thousand Dao States also felt a sense of novelty.

They heard from the Other Shore Cult that there were eighteen cultivators from the lower realms on the ship, and they were all incredibly excited.

"They seem no different from us, except their Daoist aura is so poor. Is it a problem with their cultivation method or is there something wrong with the world?"

"It is because the world is flawed that we have a junior brother in Shuiyue Daozhou who ascended through the Ascension Order."

"Don't underestimate them. Their cultivation in the lower realm is like cultivating with heavy burdens. Once they reach the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, it's like their shackles are broken. Their breakthrough speed is like that of a monster."

"That would require them to be able to ascend to the upper realm."

They discussed directly, without using their divine sense, or even just scanned the area with their divine sense.

This is very impolite, and can even be considered offensive.

But apart from Shen Ming, no one else showed it. Even Mo Wentian didn't think there was anything wrong with the cultivators from the upper realm doing this.

"Huh? There's a young Holy Land here!"

Especially after these upper realm cultivators discovered Shen Ming's special status, they all sent out their divine senses to scan him.

Shen Ming narrowed his eyes. "Then don't blame me."

You look at me, and I'll look at you too. Open the Eye of Truth!

His golden eyes swept across, ignoring the upper realm cultivators' battle armor and all methods of isolating divine sense.

The Eye of Insight allowed Shen Ming to see the information about these Saint Kings from the Upper Realm.

Their bodies were all very young, with only two or three over a hundred years old. It seemed that due to the unique advantages of the upper realm, everyone had very fair skin.

"Fellow Daoists, it is fate that we have met. Since we still have two days to go to our destination, let's hold a tea party and call it the Two Realms Tea Party!"

A cultivator from the upper realm stepped forward with a smile and introduced himself as Xiao Fei, from the Fire State of the Three Thousand Dao States.

These words struck a chord with Mo Wentian and the others, who readily agreed.

"Where is this fellow Daoist?"

Xiao Fei didn't care about the other people's answers; he only paid attention to Shen Ming.

The only person who could catch their eye was Shen Ming.

"No time."

Shen Ming refused.

He disliked the attitude of these geniuses from the upper realms; even when they extended invitations, it was out of the charity of those in power.

This wasn't just him overthinking things; these people were talking without any restraint.

As long as you don't blindly worship like Mo Wentian, you can sense their arrogance.

Mo Wentian and the others were taken aback. The geniuses of the Upper Realm were also surprised and astonished. Some even started to jeer at Xiao Fei.

"Senior Brother Xiao, this fellow Daoist from the lower realm isn't giving you any face."

Xiao Fei shrugged and waved for the man to be quiet.

"it does not matter."

He turned his gaze away from Shen Ming, not pressuring him. There was no need to do anything with such an ungrateful person; simply excluding him from the circle was enough.

In time, he will naturally suffer.

"Then please follow me."

Xiao Fei then looked at the others and led them to the tea party for the two worlds.