Chen Xuan breathed out, feeling the aura of aura in his body, and gently held it with his long white fingers, Chen Xuan showed a faint smile.
He looked at Xiao Yuan and said, "It's time to deal with your new home."
Xiao Yuan, who felt the power in Chen Xuan's body, was quiet for a while and listened to what Chen Xuan said to him, and nodded with a smile.
With a snap of his fingers, the two returned to the Yuquan Shenjiang Lake, sat down on the shore, and Chen Xuan took out a token made of pure gold.
This token is in the shape of a relatively rounded oval, with a spiritual bead and a string of tassels hanging below it.
The surface of the token is frosted and does not have any words engraved on it. Although the shape is simple, it does not lose its grandeur and elegance.
This is the token of the controller of the World Temple. Like the Chaos Scepter, it is the symbol of the Supreme of the Three Thousand Worlds.
When Chen Xuan defeated Mo Qingxuan, this token came into his hands together with Mo Qingxuan's fragment of the world.
The spiritual energy in his hands circulated, and the token floated in the air between Chen Xuan's hands.
Convening a World Conference is not something that can be held just every day. The World Temple holds a World Conference every hundred years, unless major events are announced.
But there are almost no major events. Mo Qingxuan has been in office for tens of thousands of years, and there are no extra meetings except regular meetings. The last meeting to hand over the position of controller to Chen Xuan happened to happen once in a hundred years.
regular meeting.
In addition to regular meetings, if the Lord of the Realm has other matters, he can go to the World Temple to report it.
This token is connected to each realm. As long as the token is perceived, the realm masters of each realm will sense the message.
"Tomorrow at noon, World Temple, those who are late will bear the consequences."
Chen Xuan said these words to the token, and golden light emitted around the token, buzzing and flashing twice. What Chen Xuan said has been received by the masters of all realms.
Putting away the token, Chen Xuan turned to Xiao Yuan and said, "Should we build a house at noon tomorrow?"
"Ah?" Xiao Yuan didn't understand and asked doubtfully: "We can build a world by ourselves? Doesn't it take a hundred thousand years to build it?"
Chen Xuan rolled his eyes at him, decided not to argue with this country bumpkin, and said angrily: "You will know when the time comes!
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At noon the next day, just as the sun reached the top, the last realm lord came to the World Temple with nervousness and sweating profusely.
The sun was shining brightly, and a large crowd of people stood in front of the World Temple. However, they only dared to stand and did not dare to go in.
The controller hasn't come yet, who doesn't want to live and wants to go in first to find death before Chen Xuan?
Weng Baiyu stood at the door of the store, looking into the distance from time to time.
'Why hasn't the master come yet? Why hasn't the master come yet?'
He was almost dying of anxiety. Although Weng Baiyu was nominally the acting controller of the World Temple appointed by Chen Xuan, he really had stage fright when he was asked to stand up in front of this group of Earth Supremes.
Not to mention that my level was so much lower than theirs, even if someone could crush Weng Baiyu to death, it would be as easy and effortless as crushing an ant to death.
What's more, there are so many supreme level people standing in front of us!
At this moment, Weng Baiyu was standing at the door of the main hall. There were pavilions to block the intense sunlight, and more than two thousand realm lords were standing under the main hall.
The sun was even brighter at noon, and they were all sweating profusely after standing for a while.
Some smart people used magic to cool themselves down, while some stupid people just wiped away their sweat and endured the scorching sun.
A quarter of an hour later, Chen Xuan's figure still did not appear in the World Temple, and some people could not help but whisper gossip about Chen Xuan.
"What's going on with Emperor Xuan Tian?
Just a few days after the regular meeting, the World Congress was held again. The last Mo administration never held another meeting besides the regular meeting."
"Mo Qingxuan has never been late before. When has he not been waiting for us in the temple before and taking our seats as soon as we arrived?" Someone's face was red from the sun, and he was dizzy and said: "He is special, and he even took our tables and chairs.
They have all been withdrawn, does he really think he is the emperor?"
"Who says it's not?" Someone nearby catered to him, lowered his head and whispered: "Forget it, we said it would be noon, and we came on time. As for him, he was late for so long and didn't see anyone. He didn't treat us as human beings.
Already?"
Several people were talking to each other, whispering words that Chen Xuanzai did not dare to say a word.
The World Temple is a small space where you can be alone with the three thousand worlds. There is an entrance in the space, but no one expected that Chen Xuan did not come in through the entrance.
The air in front of Weng Baiyu suddenly tore open a gap, and two slender men came out of the gap.
Silent and breathless, more than two thousand people lowered their heads because of the blazing sun, and only a few people saw Chen Xuan's appearance.
Chen Xuan looked coldly at the group of people complaining underground, and sneered: "What if I don't treat you as human beings? Are you worthy of my attention?"