The wedding day was drawing ever closer.
The Devil Immortal Illusion was now even more substantial than that of the Phoenix Immortal, but Qin Changqing still could not summon it.
"She may not be unaware,"
Qin Changqing thought.
The Semi-Saint Demon Immortal probably had noticed Qin Changqing's meditative contemplation, but might be deliberately ignoring it.
Qin Changqing didn't mind, for with his current strength, he could disperse it with just a thought.
At the same time, he could also isolate it, preventing it from glimpsing any of his secrets.
Since he dared to attempt it, he had enough confidence in his ability.
Finally, the day of the wedding was almost upon them.
"Is this the Divine Continent? Why is it below the Nine Heavens?"
A group of Immortals traveled together, arriving in the Divine Continent.
By this time, the Divine Continent had already opened its entrance, and many descendants of Qin Changqing were there, welcoming guests.
"Let's go, we shall enter."
