The weight of eternity pressed down, vast and towering without end.

The first to arrive were the three ancient Supremes, the three of them almost coming in unison, Supreme might coiling around them, drawing reverent and awestruck gazes from all the Spirits present.

The three Supremes had existed since time immemorial, the oldest among the Supremes; while Supremes rose and fell in endless succession, these three remained unmoving and unshaken, enough to show how terrifying they were.

Rumble—!

The Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord’s Demon Power was peerless, black clouds that blotted out the sky rolled in surging waves as the Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord strode down upon the heavens, appearing at the grand Conclave of Dominion almost at the same time as the three ancient Supremes.

Next, the Lord of Extreme Emotion arrived; the Master of Destruction and the Master of All Spirits appeared at the same time, only the two of them behaved extremely low‑key, not revealing any Cultivation at all.

In the previous Epoch, it had been the Master of All Spirits who held dominion, yet now in the Eleventh Epoch, the Master of All Spirits instead possessed the lowest Cultivation among these Supremes.

After all, his era had already passed, and he attained the Dao in the Tenth Epoch; among the Supremes, his Cultivation could be said to rank at the very bottom.

With the seven Supremes now present, only the Undying Heavenly Lord had yet to arrive, which caused Ye Xuanmo’s brows to knit slightly—why had the Undying Heavenly Lord not appeared?

However, Ye Xuanmo had no time to ponder this question; with a smile on his face, he strode toward the seven Supremes and said, "Daoists, you have come from afar; this Lord is gratified beyond measure. Please, take the upper seats."

As Ye Xuanmo spoke, he came to stand beside the Lord of Extreme Emotion, and then did something that left the other Supremes utterly astonished.

"Disciple Ye Xuanmo pays his respects to you, honored Master’s Wife."

Ye Xuanmo’s face was wreathed in smiles as he bowed three times deeply to the Lord of Extreme Emotion, lowering his own bearing to the extreme, without the slightest demeanor of a Supreme.

At this moment.

The other Supremes’ expressions turned slightly overcast; after all, they were all Supremes, yet Ye Xuanmo showed such humility toward the Lord of Extreme Emotion while treating them as though they were air. This discrepancy indeed left them somewhat ill at ease.

But Ye Xuanmo did not care what they thought, nor did he put these Supremes in his heart at all. He only wanted to first leave a good impression on the Lord of Extreme Emotion, for she was, in name, Ye Xuan’s wife.

As a Disciple, he naturally could not neglect proper etiquette; if the Lord of Extreme Emotion were to whisper a few words on the pillow to Ye Xuan, he would surely suffer for it.

Of course, this was all in Ye Xuanmo’s mind; the other Supremes naturally knew nothing of it.

"You and I are both Supremes; Daoist, there is no need for such courtesy." The Lord of Extreme Emotion was taken aback as well, yet she still returned the salute as she spoke.

The Lord of Extreme Emotion also found it very strange. Although Ye Xuanmo was Ye Xuan’s Disciple, ever since he attained the Dao, the two had had almost no interaction.

Though they had met a few times, Ye Xuanmo had always addressed her as Daoist, when would he ever respectfully call her Master’s Wife?

Suddenly!

The Lord of Extreme Emotion’s eyes trembled, and in an instant she thought of a possibility.

Could it be that he has returned?

At this moment, the Lord of Extreme Emotion’s heart was stirred, for only this possibility could cause Ye Xuanmo to be so abject.

"Master’s Wife, do not overthink it; quickly, take the upper seat." Ye Xuanmo said with a face full of smiles.

"Very well."

The Lord of Extreme Emotion calmed her surging emotions and, at Ye Xuanmo’s invitation, took her seat, though her eyes roamed over the entire Conclave of Dominion, hoping to see the one she had been waiting to appear.

At the same time, the other Supremes’ expressions also shifted slightly. They were not fools; from Ye Xuanmo’s attitude toward the Lord of Extreme Emotion, they vaguely guessed a few things.

Clang—clang—clang!

Eighty‑one peals of the great bell rang out at this moment, reverberating endlessly within the Extreme Demon Temple, signifying that the Conclave of Dominion was officially opened. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Daoists, you have come from afar to attend the Conclave of Dominion held by this Lord; I am deeply honored."

Ye Xuanmo swept his gaze over the guests in all directions, then gave a polite smile to the seven Supremes before continuing, "Presumably all of you have already heard: this Lord is intent on seeking fortune for all Spirits. Today’s Conclave of Dominion is to formally succeed the Lord of Fengtian and assume dominion over the Eleventh Epoch."

"Above, I pray to Chaos; below, I bless all Spirits. Though this Lord has not made any great achievements, yet..."

"Wait."

Suddenly, before Ye Xuanmo could finish, a clear, cold voice cut him off, causing Ye Xuanmo’s face to turn chilly as he slowly looked toward the source of the voice.

The Master of Fate!

Obviously, the one interrupting Ye Xuanmo was none other than the Master of Fate.

"I wonder what business Daoist Fate has?" Ye Xuanmo asked, his voice slightly cold.

At this moment.

The Master of Fate’s expression was as calm as a still lake, his twin Eyes of Fate devoid of emotion or desire. He looked faintly at Ye Xuanmo, then swept his gaze over this Heaven and Earth and said, "You wish to preside over the Eleventh Epoch—you do not yet have that qualification. Moreover, with your power, you are incapable of suppressing the Lord of Fengtian and the Lord of Humanity."

"Hahaha."

Ye Xuanmo laughed, and his laughter was exceedingly sinister; the entire grand feast of Dominion fell deathly silent. All beings exchanged startled glances, for this was a dialogue between Supremes—they dared not utter a sound.

"Indeed, this Lord does not have the ability to suppress two Supremes. However, whether I am qualified to rule the Eleventh Epoch is not something you, Master of Fate, can decide." Ye Xuanmo said, fearless and self‑assured.

"Your courage has grown, and your words carry more confidence than before. It seems that this confidence comes from the one standing behind you."

The Master of Fate continued to sweep his gaze over this Heaven and Earth, as if searching for someone.

One must know, although Ye Xuanmo had attained the Dao, when he faced the three ancient Supremes in the past, he had always seemed somewhat humble; how would he dare to speak so forcefully to the Master of Fate?

"Daoist Ye Xuan, since you are already here, why bother hiding in the shadows?"

All of a sudden.

The Lord of Chaos slowly rose to his feet, Chaotic Power swirling boundlessly around him, that weighty voice of ten thousand ages echoing through the entire grand feast of Dominion.

"Ye Xuan, since you are not yet dead, then come out." The Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord sneered faintly. He had never placed Ye Xuanmo in his eyes; the reason he came this time was because he suspected Ye Xuan was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.

"Sir?"

The Lord of Extreme Emotion could no longer sit still and began to call out to Ye Xuan.

"Ye Xuan?"

The Master of Destruction and the Master of All Spirits both had a subtle change in expression. Though they had entertained such suspicions, when the thin paper window was truly pierced, their hearts still shook violently.

"Heh heh!"

Just then, as all Spirits were filled with doubt and unease, a soft chuckle rose over the grand feast of Dominion. Void Ripples blossomed, and a figure gradually emerged.

Ye Xuan!

Dressed in black, hair snow‑white, like nine heavenly rivers cascading behind his head, he stood in the void with his hands clasped behind his back, looking mildly at the seven Supremes, the corner of his mouth lifting in a deep, inscrutable smile.

"So it really is you."

Boom!

The Master of Fate shot to his feet with a bang, merciless Power of Fate roiling on the spot, his twin Eyes of Fate turning with terrifying force, betraying the turbulence in his heart.

"Sir!"

The Lord of Extreme Emotion’s lips pressed lightly together, her gaze on Ye Xuan slightly dazed. Upon seeing Ye Xuan again, the emotions suppressed in her heart for so many years finally found a trace of release.

Ye Xuan nodded slightly to the Lord of Extreme Emotion, soothing her agitated heart, and only then did he turn his eyes toward the Master of Fate and the others.

"I was wondering who could have such ability—so it was you who suppressed the two Supremes. No wonder a little fellow like Ye Xuanmo would dare to convene a Conclave of Dominion." The Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord said with a cold laugh.