Although Princess Myra Vance is already over fifty, she doesn't look her age at all. She appears just like a tender eighteen-year-old girl, her skin so delicate it seems you could blow on it and leave a mark—and her beauty is simply peerless.
And contrary to what everyone imagined, Princess Myra gives off a very gentle and delicate vibe. When people see her, they can’t help but feel protective.
Some people even have weird thoughts: how could the mighty commander of the Myriad-Phenomena Army, a ninth-rank War General, not be imposing at all, but instead look so fragile? Did someone swap her out or something?
But anyone thinking that only keeps it to themselves—they know it’s ridiculous. With Princess Myra’s strength, who could possibly swap her out?
Unless it was a god doing it!
But honestly, that’s even less likely than Princess Myra being swapped out.
Next, representatives from the military, all the major clans, and sects stepped forward to pay their respects to Princess Myra.
Half an hour later, Princess Myra got back into her bright red carriage and, escorted by over a million Myriad-Phenomena Army elites, slowly rode into the city.
Along the way, the streets were packed with martial artists hoping to catch a glimpse of Princess Myra’s heavenly beauty. But she didn’t show herself again, instead heading straight for the Myriad-Phenomena Palace prepared for her by the military.
The Myriad-Phenomena Palace was rebuilt from the largest and most luxurious manor in Dragonskull City, led by the military, with the Ward, Feng, and Sima Clans and several super sects all contributing rare materials.
After a while—
A middle-aged man hurried over, bowed respectfully to Princess Myra, and said, "Princess, all the invitations have been sent out."
"Thank you for your hard work, Steward Yu!"
Princess Myra smiled as she spoke.
The middle-aged man looked honored and flustered. "It’s no trouble at all. Serving the princess is this old slave’s greatest fortune."
"I hope you’ll put extra care into this banquet, Steward Yu," Princess Myra added.
"Of course, Princess. This old slave understands."
After Steward Yu left, the pretty young maid hesitated, as if wanting to speak.
"Sunny, what is it you want to say?" Princess Myra turned to look at her, her tone full of fond indulgence.
The pretty maid hesitated, then said, "Princess, in a place like the Sky-Sun Region, all these so-called geniuses are just famous in name only. Even the mediocrities of the Central Domain are stronger than them—they’re not even qualified for your invitation!"
Princess Myra glanced at Sunny, thinking to herself, Sunny’s been at my side too long—no wonder she’s so arrogant, looking down on everyone. She chuckled, "It’s true, the geniuses of the Sky-Sun Region are far behind those of the Central Domain!"
"Far behind? It’s not even close!" Sunny scoffed. "In the Central Domain, you have to reach the Sun-Soul Realm before age ten just to be considered a genius. And the real prodigies all have Demigod-level cultivation. As far as I know, there isn’t a single Demigod on the Hidden Dragon Ranking in the Sky-Sun Region—just a few who barely compare!"
"You..."
Princess Myra shot Sunny a look. "Let me finish. Everything you said is true, but you’re missing something. The Central Domain has denser spiritual qi and even the rules of heaven and earth are different. If you put Central Domain prodigies here, their achievements might not be much greater than Sky-Sun’s geniuses. In fact, because the Sky-Sun Region has fewer resources and weaker techniques, it’s even harder for someone to stand out. If those talents could go to the Central Domain and had enough time, their future achievements might surprise you!"
Sunny still looked unconvinced. "Princess, you’re giving them way too much credit!"
"Whether I am or not, you’ll see for yourself one day!" Princess Myra shook her head and didn’t argue further. Most of the new recruits in her Myriad-Phenomena Army were handpicked from other Domains.
They lacked cultivation resources and strong techniques.
So after she provided enough resources and powerful techniques, these soldiers from other Domains cherished the opportunity even more. In just two years, their strength had caught up to the old veterans—far beyond what she’d expected.
The powers of the Central Domain are already set in stone. Even as a princess, it’s hard for her to find enough top talent.
That’s why she chose a different path—recruiting those ‘small place’ talents that Central Domain forces looked down on.
She knew that in the eyes of cultivators from the other Nine Domains, the Central Domain was a holy land—a paradise. By giving them the chance to enter that paradise, and providing enough cultivation resources and powerful techniques, she won their fierce loyalty—something the old soldiers of the Myriad-Phenomena Army couldn’t match.
Even though others mocked her for it, and even those close to her struggled to understand, she didn’t care. She believed that the young talents she recruited from the Nine Domains would one day shine with their own brilliance.
The banquet was set to take place at the Myriad-Phenomena Palace, three days later.
Besides the Ward Clan’s general invitation, Ian Song, Victor Ward, and Gavin Ward each received personal invitations.
Each invitation allowed the recipient to bring three guests.
When word got out, Ian Song’s courtyard was practically trampled by the Vermin Squad—everyone wanted to go with him to the banquet.
Ian could only smile helplessly.
There were only three spots, but the Vermin Squad had more than a hundred people. How was he supposed to choose?
In the end, he just threw out two spots and let them fight it out themselves. The last slot he reserved for Lena Wei.
Three days flew by in a flash.
As evening approached—around six o’clock—delegations from all the major forces arrived at the Myriad-Phenomena Palace. After their invitations were checked, they were allowed inside one by one.
To win Ian Song’s two open spots, the Vermin Squad nearly staged an all-out brawl. In the end, Adrian Zhang won one spot, and Moira Ji got the other.
This surprised Ian a bit. After hearing how fierce the competition was, he gave Moira Ji a thumbs-up and praised her as impressive.
Besides the Ward Clan’s general invitation, Ian Song, Victor Ward, and Gavin Ward each received personal invitations.
Each invitation allowed the recipient to bring three guests.
When word got out, Ian Song’s courtyard was practically trampled by the Vermin Squad—everyone wanted to go with him to the banquet.
Ian could only smile helplessly.
There were only three spots, but the Vermin Squad had more than a hundred people. How was he supposed to choose?
In the end, he just threw out two spots and let them fight it out themselves. The last slot he reserved for Lena Wei.
Three days flew by in a flash.
As evening approached—around six o’clock—delegations from all the major forces arrived at the Myriad-Phenomena Palace. After their invitations were checked, they were allowed inside one by one.
To win Ian Song’s two open spots, the Vermin Squad nearly staged an all-out brawl. In the end, Adrian Zhang won one spot, and Moira Ji got the other.
This surprised Ian a bit. After hearing how fierce the competition was, he gave Moira Ji a thumbs-up and praised her as impressive.