Li Tingmin, the Imperial Eunuch responsible for the Emperor’s inner affairs, walked in briskly from outside, "Your Majesty."

Ye Yixian asked, "Is there any news from Little South Continent?"

The Imperial Eunuch answered, "The Great Venerable arrived at Eternal Immortal Sect half a month ago and had a round of formal interviews with Sect Leader Mei Jinqiu and Patriarch Fan Qi of the Fan Family."

"Were there any informal contacts?"

"Not at the moment."

Ye Yixian thought for a moment and then nodded, "You may leave."

After the Imperial Eunuch left, a wave of exhaustion swept across the Emperor’s face. He spread his two fingers of his right hand, letting out some Qi, and then pressed his aching temple. The exhaustion eased a little, but a faint sorrow emerged.

He stood up, staggering towards the Qi Observation Platform.

Standing alone on the Qi Observation Platform, he gazed over the densely packed palace complex and the prosperous Imperial City at the peak of its glory. In the distance among the immortal mountains and blessed lands, the forces of the Immortal Dao shone like stars. The Great Li could truly be said to be at its pinnacle of strength; the Great Li People sang praises of his meritorious feats, and countless Seekers from all corners of the land came to contribute to Great Li.

Already, some called him the best Emperor of Great Li, with a historical status comparable to the founding progenitor.

Ye Yixian placed a small table, sat on the ground, took out a pot of fine wine, habitually took out two cups, and placed one opposite him.

The full moon shone brightly, casting shadows of three.

After drinking a few cups of wine, Ye Yixian relaxed slightly, looked at the cup opposite, and said softly, "See, I haven’t let down Great Li, nor should I have let you down."

Fan Wubing sat opposite him, gently nodding. But Ye Yixian couldn’t see him.

In front of Bixi, Fan Wubing could reveal his true form, because Bixi was strong enough and was skilled in fate matters; no one could peer into it.

In front of Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell, he could also reveal his true form because it was an Innate treasure, not a life form, only possessing will without fate, and couldn’t be spied upon.

But ordinary people could not.

Fan Wubing could not be sure if anyone might perceive his existence through the fate of these individuals.

However, he also knew he couldn’t always hide like this. Not to mention it was uncomfortable for him, and doing things was very inconvenient. So, he needed to create a grand, legitimate opportunity for his return, letting everyone believe that his return was in accordance with Heavenly Dao.

This world still revered the Heavenly Dao.

It is said that cultivating immortality is to go against the heavens, but those who truly hold the power in this world say that defying Heavenly Dao is to become a demon. There’s no choice; they must overcome the tribulation governed by Heavenly Dao.

Ye Yixian drank little before becoming drunk, slumping onto the table, falling into a deep sleep.

Fan Wubing sensed a trace of loneliness within Ye Yixian.

To think, in daily life, few people can exchange heartfelt words with him.

His best sister Ye Wuyue had gone to the Immortal Continent, Fan Wubing who once talked about life and the world and the Jianghu was gone, and the harem that should have had three thousand beauties was desolate.

Being an Emperor may not truly bring happiness, especially for an Emperor who also has a heart yearning to explore the world.

Fan Wubing drank the wine before him in one gulp, thinking, "When I make a grand return, I’ll have a good drink with you again."

With that thought, he drifted away.

The next day, Ye Yixian awoke faintly, rubbed his temples, and squinted his eyes open to look ahead, suddenly dazed.

The opposite cup was empty?

He did not remember drinking the wine specifically prepared for a bygone friend.

Could it be that he drank in a haze?

He weighed the wine pot, still containing quite a bit, and muttered, "When did my alcohol tolerance become so poor?"

...

"Little South Continent has truly transformed the world."}

Feeling the current atmosphere of Little South Continent, Fan Wubing marvelled inwardly. Look at the Immortal Spirit Qi nearly solidifying in the air, see the faint purple aura lingering at the horizon, where is it a remote place in the world? It is undoubtedly a rare earthly paradise.

Upon observation, the current Little South Continent has even grown on the geographical scale. Those inhospitable lands like the miasma regions, deserts, gobi, abyssal valleys, have all become vibrant due to the revival of Immortal Qi and the influx of myriad spirits.

Perhaps the "Little" is already somewhat inappropriate.

Undoubtedly, it is a brand new land of opportunity, a blue ocean on the Immortal Path.

Forces large and small from all over the world flocked to Little South Continent, even forming a low-profile version of a hundred schools of thought contending. Competing fiercely, scheming, all to occupy a good position.

"Prosperity" and "Chaos" rise together.

Fan Wubing had just arrived, witnessing several battles of experts. One could say, everywhere was a flourishing scene.

Profound One Spirit Marsh and its surroundings were relatively peaceful. Open struggles were few, but the undercurrents were turbulent.

After sensing the situation, Fan Wubing directly entered Fan City.

This was a proper Immortal City, with street planning and building layout very new, clearly not built long ago, and still holding a large space for expansion, its momentum excellent. Give it a hundred years, it might become a top-tier Immortal City.

"Father is quite capable after all..." Fan Wubing transformed into a passerby, walking within Fan City.

No ordinary people passed by, only immortal families engaged in conversations.

He expanded his spirit, enveloping all of Fan City, savouring carefully, "Hmm... there are still some flaws, I’ll leave a proposal for improvement for Father. But before that, let me first see what kind of trouble Fan Family has encountered."