Chapter 490: Dream

Dang Biyu calmly set a cushion for two. She then handed them a cup to the two, "What would you like, Tea or wine? We only have Silver Dew Wine; the Immortal Seven Wonder Wine is being consumed by the Family Heads. You can ask them for some, but they will only protest and say that it was hard to get."

Wang Ling turned to the Family Heads and when he and Chang Ping met eyes, she just shook her head in disappointment, "They really… like to drink, huh. I would have tea, please."

"They do, I apologize for my father's unsightly image. You must be disappointed… sigh*, why can't he act like the Devil Emperor?"

Wang Ling looked over at Kareem who hesitatingly drank the Immortal Wine. Constantly, the Devil Emperor would look over at Wang Ling, checking if there was a change in the expression of the All-Father. Like a child who finally got the chance to taste the alcohol.

Shaking his head, Wang Ling sent over a silent voice channel through his qi, saying, 'It is fine to drink, Roan… pardon, Naor always drinks and gets drunk even in front of me. He often drinks with me as—'

And just as he was about to finish talking, Han Ji, the Family Head of the Han Family grabbed the line and looked over at Wang Ling disappointed, "Child, do you not know the rules? No, voice channels with each other when you "join", it's rude during the gathering."

Wang Ling was surprised to see that they could see a voice channel he created. A voice channel was the way cultivators use to talk in silence a fine tune of spirit qi would be shared by one another. It was an invisible force that controls sound.

It was intangible or used to be so in Wang Ling's eyes for Han Ji just cut if off with his fingers ever so easily. Before Kareem could even react to Han Ji's disrespect, Wang Ling just lowered his head, "I apologize, I was not aware of these rules."

"Hmm, I may have acted too roughly as well. It is fine, the young ones didn't know about it either. Zhiling, why not show him the Rules?"

"Okay, Father." A young man wearing a blue robe stood up. Like everyone, he was wearing simple clothing. This was the clothing of choice when it comes to the Major Powers. No better than an ascetic. The young man was handsome, his eyes clear and his smile pleasant, "This is the rules that Father spear of."

"Thank you." While Wang Ling accepted the rules from Han Zhiling, Qinyang accepted hers from Dang Biyu. The two began reading the letter and in just a split second, Wang Ling already memorized everything, [So… anything goes other than, "Being a sneaky asshole" a little bit general there, "no hierarchy", "Don't be arrogant", "A Secret"…] there were some more but they were basically just telling everyone to not dampen the atmosphere.

Wang Ling, however, raised his brows and smiled under his mask, [Written by, Bai Xue (Mother of Beasts)… so this was her doing? I should have known. So that's why the Primordial Races or anyone else for that matter couldn't say anything about the matter. She did a good job controlling them.]

The paper was then given back to Han Zhiling who courteously returned to his seat and began eating. 

"So, who did you come here with?" A bald young Immortal asked when everyone was silent.

"We are from the Primordial Race." Wang Ling answered for both of them. 

Everyone's eyes lit up hearing his words. Noticing this, Wang Ling was pleasantly surprised, "Why is everyone so surprised?"

"Nothing, but can I ask how old you are? About thirteen thousand?" Zhiling wanted to confirm.

"Sixteen thousand years. Why, is something the matter? Are we older than you expected? Well, if you are uncomfortable, I can understand, we are, after all just a thousand years younger than your Family Heads." 

"No, it is nothing. It is just that we haven't met any member of the Primordial Race younger than a hundred thousand years. So, in fact, we find you a tad bit younger than we expected." 

For many, seeing a member of the Primordial Race was already race, much less someone so young. The Primordial Races tend to watch their own side of the Cosmos and so were the members of their younger generations.

"In your perspective that's only, 16 years, right? That's so nice, growing old yet not exactly. Being a member of the Primordial Race really have its perks, huh." the man young Immortal could not help but pout as he drank wine, "Oh yeah, do you know of us here, then?"

Qinyang shook her head, "I apologize, but we do not." She decided to interject not wanting to remain silent.

The bald young Immortal stood up and held up his fist in front of him, "My name is Chen Chen Jiang of the Immortal Law Sect. You may have heard of my moniker, the Raging Divine Bull, as I use my fist."

Qinyang reluctantly shook her head, "…sorry, we have not."

"…is that so?" Chen Jiang dejectedly lowered his head the others began laughing at his plight.

"Oh, are we doing introductions now?" a lady who looked like a young girl at the age of twelve happily cupped her hands, "My name is Chu Hua, the direct disciple of the Refining God Great Ancestor Yan Renhuo from the Alchemist Tower, jahahaha!"

"My Qin Ju from the Qin Family—"

"I am Xuan Lou of the Xuan Family—"

"Han Zhiling of the Han Family—"

Atop the plateau where the Peak Experts gather, Wang Ling began observing. People were laughing, enjoying themselves, [This is… rather pleasant.] 

The Major Powers, the Ten Great Families, the Seven Towers, and the Three Immortal Sects, gathered at a single place in order to discuss the matter of the Cosmos. 

But Wang Ling was presented instead of burning fighting spirit with a calm gathering. Solemnly, Wang Ling felt a beat in his soul, [It appears your… no, our dream isn't that far off from coming true after all.]