The joyous atmosphere of the Myriad Phenomena Domain celebration was still in full swing, and everyone took immense pride in this grand occasion.
In one corner of the square stood the people from the Ten Great Immortal Sects, their expressions complicated and utterly out of place amid the surrounding revelry.
Once, as lofty disciples of the Ten Great Immortal Sects, they had cut imposing figures in the Cultivation World. Wherever they went, people had revered them, and they had enjoyed supreme honor.
But now, they had become prisoners of the Myriad Phenomena Domain. Such a vast fall in status made their hearts feel like overturned bottles of five flavors, every taste tangled together.
Zhou Qingyuan and the other sect masters looked at the high platform, at the high-spirited Chen Ze and the other two, their hearts filled with countless emotions.
At first, their unwillingness had surged wildly in their hearts like raging tides.
Back when they had been sect masters, a mere stomp of their feet in Dagan could make the entire Dagan tremble three times.
Yet now they had fallen to such a state. How could their pride not suffer an unprecedented blow?
However, as the celebration continued, Chen Ze's sincere and earnest words were like warm beams of light, gradually piercing through the thick wall of resistance in their hearts.
They had seen with their own eyes that Chen Ze treated everyone equally. When handing out rewards, he showed not the slightest favoritism.
When he promised the fair distribution of Cultivation Resources and cultivation technique inheritances, his eyes were full of resolve and sincerity.
These details quietly began to tip the scales deep within their hearts.
Thinking back on their immortal sects, they had seemed incomparably glorious on the surface, but within, endless schemes and struggles had raged.