Hearing this, the Xingkong Clan leader nodded and slowly said:

"There are three extreme realms, the extreme realm of the physical body, the extreme realm of the soul, and the extreme realm of realm."

"Being able to enter one of these poles is already a blessing from God."

"I didn't expect that Wang Mang has already entered the extreme realm of Yuan Shen at such a young age."

"The future life is terrible!"

After listening to his words, Hao Shixuan asked thoughtfully:

"Lord Patriarch, do you know what are the prerequisites for entering the extreme realm?"

"I……"

The starry sky clan leader gave a helpless smile and interrupted:

"If it were really so easy to enter the Ultimate Realm, I wouldn't be still in the fourth level of the Eternal Realm."

"In this life, there is no hope of reaching the ultimate realm."

Looking at the Xingkong clan leader with a bitter look on his face, Hao Shixuan whispered with an unclear expression:

"Lord Patriarch, do you think it is possible for me to enter the extreme realm?"

Hearing this, the Xingkong Clan leader paused and became silent.

At this moment, his silence was so deafening.

After being silent for a long time, Hao Shixuan smiled somewhat forcefully:

"Stop talking about this, Mr. Patriarch, please help me propose marriage to the Black Ink Clan."

Hearing this, the Xingkong Clan leader looked at him with a complicated expression and said slowly:

"Don't worry, I am still optimistic that you and Mo Xiaoyou will become a couple."

"After such a long time, Mogu's stubbornness should be relieved."

"Tomorrow you and I will go to the Black Ink Clan."

"good."

…

At this time, Wang Mang was wandering aimlessly through the streets of Mo City.

Looking at the happy faces of everyone in Mo City, Wang Mang chuckled inexplicably.

He walked aimlessly like this, and finally stopped in front of Moxiao Pavilion.

"I've gone round and round and come back here."

Looking at Moxiao Pavilion where people were coming and going, Wang Mang murmured softly.

The next moment, his figure immediately walked towards Mo Xiao Pavilion.

At this time, Hei Yan, who was drinking in Moxiao Pavilion, felt Wang Mang's aura, and his expression suddenly changed.

In an instant, his figure disappeared, leaving only a few Dao crystals on the table.

Hidden in the void, watching Wang Mang arrive, Hei Yan cursed inwardly angrily:

"Why is this kid back again?"

"You won't be clean even if you drink!"

…

At this time, Wang Mang, who had just entered Mo Xiao Pavilion, frowned and whispered:

"Huh? Why does it smell familiar?"

The next moment, the waiter appeared in front of Wang Mang again.

I saw him groveling and saying respectfully:

"Lord Holy Son, you are here again."

"This time, you are the only one?"

Hearing this, Wang Mang came back to his senses and nodded slowly:

"Well, it's still the same."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

He responded diligently and trotted towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Wang Mang casually found a seat and sat down.

Interestingly, his current seat is exactly where Heiyan used to be.

At this time, a guest next to Wang Mang's seat said happily to Wang Mang:

"The performance of the Holy Son in the endless holy war is truly unparalleled!"

"Come on... I'll do it first... out of respect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up a jar of spiritual wine and drank from it.

Seeing this, the guests at the same table and chairs with him were almost scared out of their wits.

The next moment, the guest quickly smiled apologetically at Wang Mang and said:

"Lord Holy Son, don't worry about it, he drank too much."

Hearing this, Wang Mang smiled silently and turned his head to the side.

Seeing Wang Mang who didn't care at all, the man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the waiter came over with several jars of spiritual wine.

"Sir, I have kept you waiting for a long time."

While saying this, he placed several jars of spiritual wine on Wang Mang's table.

Seeing this, Wang Mang waved his hand and said calmly:

"Okay, it's none of your business."

"Hey! Okay, if you have anything to do, just tell me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he continued to wait at the door to greet the arriving guests.

After opening a jar of wine, Wang Mang directly held the jar and started drinking.

Tons! Tons! Tons!

"Forehead."

Wang Mang put down the wine jar and burped.

At this moment, the chatter of several people around caught Wang Mang's attention.

"Hey, have you heard? The Starry Sky Ancient Clan has already announced that they will come to the Black Ink Clan to propose marriage tomorrow."

"Oh? Why didn't I know when it happened?"

"I heard about it too, it seems to be from Hao Shixuan and Mo Xiaoyou!"

"Hahaha, that guy hasn't given up yet. He was treated so badly by Mo Zu last time."

"Hey, I'm wondering too."

"I guess the leader of the Mo clan will not agree. As for Mo Xiaoyou's husband, I am more optimistic about my clan's holy son!"

"Even Hao Shixuan, that bitch who was crushed by the Holy Son, is worthy enough to propose marriage."

"Stop talking, look."

…

While speaking, one of them secretly motioned for them to look towards Wang Mang.

After seeing the expressionless Wang Mang, these people immediately stopped discussing.

Seeing this situation, Wang Mang narrowed his eyes and thought silently in his heart:

"interesting."

At this moment, one of the people who was originally talking said to Wang Mang:

"Lord Holy Son, what do you think of this matter?"

After he opened his mouth, everyone seemed to have opened the floodgates of conversation and said:

"Yes, Lord Holy Son, Mo Xiaoyou is the goddess of the Black Ink Clan, we can't just let outsiders take advantage of us!"

"Yes, I would say that you and Mo Xiaoyou are a match made in heaven."

"That's right, Hao Shixuan is your defeated general, how can he be worthy of Mo Xiaoyou."

"Agree!"
To be continued...