Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat. He had never thought that this man was the Emperor of Jin Ling, who had shaken the entire Starsource Continent.
This was so different from what Wang Yan had imagined. He found it hard to believe.
The Emperor of the Jinling Dynasty, who ruled the entire Dongzhou Continent, was such an easy-going person.
Although the Emperor of Jin Ling had his back to Wang Yan, he could not see his face clearly.
With his sharp senses, Wang Yan could tell that the Emperor of Jin Ling was an extremely gentle middle-aged man.
"You won the first place in the Convention of Talents and became the God's Favorite as a cultivator in the Second Layer of Cuixing Realm. Not bad."
The Emperor of Jin Ling put down the fishing rod and looked back. His face was as gentle as jade.
His eyebrows were as sharp as a blade, his eyes were as bright as paint, and his facial features were deep and clear.
Apart from his identity as the Emperor of Jin Ling, he would be an extremely gentle middle-aged man.
"I am Wang Yan. It's my honor to meet you, the Emperor."
No matter what, Wang Yan collected all his thoughts before this man who ruled the entire Eastern Continent. Then, he respectfully bowed respectfully.
Wang Yan had already guessed that this was a perfect small world that did not exist in the Dongzhou Continent.
This kind of perfect small world was extremely rare and could be said to be as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
This was because every single perfect miniature world was their own entity. They had broken free from the restraints of the Starsource Continent and existed in the Umbra.
But even with that being the case, it was still closely connected to the Starsource Continent.
The two were like symbiotic symbiosis.
"I'm very curious. Have you been hiding your strength, or do you have the ability to challenge those at higher levels?"
"You were only in the Second Layer of Cuixing Realm, but you managed to kill a cultivator at the peak of the First Layer of Cuixing Realm. Where did you get your strength from?"
"And you seem to have an inexhaustible supply of star power. What's with that?"
Wang Yan did not know how to answer the Emperor of Jin Ling's sudden question.
Those were his secrets. He could not tell the Emperor of Jin Ling.
"You don't have to feel troubled. I was just asking casually."
The Emperor of Jin Ling smiled gently. "Tell me, what do you want?"
"As long as I can do it, I will try my best to satisfy you as long as the Jinling Dynasty has it."
Wang Yan thought in his heart when he heard this, and he recalled the brocade pouch Wang Yuesheng had given him before he left.
Thus, Wang Yan separated a wisp of his divine soul and entered the Heaven Dissolving Divine Ring. When he opened the brocade pouch, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.
There was only a slip of paper in the pouch, and a few sentences were written on it.
"Eight-level Divine Formation."
As soon as Wang Yan said this, the air suddenly froze and time stopped flowing. It was as if everything had come to a standstill.
In the next instant, numerous gazes fell on Wang Yan, as if they wanted to see through him.
Even Bai Yiyuan narrowed his eyes in disbelief.
The warm smile on the Jinling Emperor's face also froze when he heard Wang Yan's words.
"How did you know about the existence of the Eight Extreme Divine Formation?"
The Emperor's dignified voice sounded, making the pressure even stronger.
Wang Yan felt a horrifying pressure that could topple mountains and overturn seas continuously gathering above him, as if it could descend at any moment.
He couldn't resist this pressure at all.
However, when he remembered the words on the brocade pouch, Wang Yan endured the pressure and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say that as long as it's within your means, you will try your best to satisfy me?"
"That's right."
"I don't want to be a King or a General, nor do I want to become an official. I just want the Eight-level Divine Formation."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yan raised his head and looked straight at the Emperor. He fearlessly met the Emperor's sharp gaze that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.
At this moment, the Emperor looked at Bai Yiyuan suspiciously.
Bai Yiyuan immediately understood and shook his head. "Emperor, I don't know where this kid found out about the Eight-level Divine Formation."
The confusion in the Emperor's eyes became even stronger. He looked up and down at Wang Yan. "It seems like you planned this. But do you know that the Eight-level Divine Formation is one of the three great treasures of the Jinling Dynasty?"
"Even I can't understand its mysteries. What do you want it for?"
"I have my own uses for it. You don't need to worry about it, just give it to me."
However, the Emperor didn't reply immediately. He remained silent.
As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive.
No one present spoke. Wang Yan felt like a five-hundred-kilogram boulder was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
"It's not that I can't give it to you, but I really want to know where you found out about it."
"A nameless senior."
Wang Yan's reply was neither servile nor overbearing.
Before he left, Wang Yuesheng had given him a piece of paper. There were only a few sentences written on it. It was a request for him to ask the Emperor for the Eight-level Divine Formation after he won first place at the Convention of Heaven's Favorites.
This wasn't an order from Wang Yuesheng, it was an order from his mother.
"Fine, I've studied it for thousands of years without any results. I might as well give it to you now."
Then, under Wang Yan's excited gaze, the Emperor waved his sleeve and an incomplete map appeared out of thin air.
The map was purple-gold in color with dark mottled spots. It exuded an ancient aura.
It was as if this was an item from ancient times that had experienced the endless river of time.
There were countless black dots on the front of the map. They were dense and messy. It looked extremely mysterious.
However, it was a tattered and incomplete picture, about a square foot in size.
"The Eight-level Divine Formation has existed since the Jinling Dynasty was founded. It is regarded as one of the three great treasures of the Jinling Dynasty."
"I've spent thousands of years studying this map but to no avail. All I know is that this item is called the Eight-level Divine Formation."
Then, the Emperor waved his hand and the tattered Eight-level Divine Formation floated in front of Wang Yan.
"For hundreds of thousands of years, no one has been able to understand the mysteries of this map. I hope you'll learn something from it."
Wang Yan suppressed the excitement in his heart and put away the Eight-level Divine Formation.
"Thank you, Emperor."
"No need, this is the reward you deserve."
After taking a deep look at Wang Yan, the Jinling Emperor slowly turned around. "Send him out."
"Yes, Emperor. We'll leave now."
…
A cold glint flashed in Bai Yiyuan's eyes as he watched Wang Yan gradually leave. However, his expression suddenly froze. After a while, he nodded imperceptibly.
It was as if he was responding to someone.
Room 326, third floor of dormitory A.
Wang Yan smiled bitterly as he looked at Ximen Lingxiao, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, speechless.
As the famous Wine Sword Immortal, at this moment, Ximen Lingxiao was sticking to him like a dog skin plaster.
"Senior Wine Sword Immortal, I really …"
"Don't call me senior, call me Big Brother Ximen."
Wang Yan smiled bitterly. "Big Brother Ximen, I've already said it clearly. This sword technique has many implications. It's not that I don't want to give it to you."