Lu Wenhao raised a hand, and the Communication Talisman fell into his palm.
The moment his divine sense entered it, his expression shifted slightly. He immediately instructed those behind him, "Continue advancing at top speed. Do not delay. You must reach the designated location within three days.
"The leaders of the other immortal sects are gathering for a discussion. I'll be back shortly. If anything changes, contact me at once!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Wenhao transformed into an incomparably dazzling streak of light. He moved so quickly it seemed he might tear through space itself, vanishing in a flash.
Before long, he landed steadily atop a majestic flying vessel.
This flying vessel was larger and more splendid than those of the other immortal sects. Rare Spirit Crystals were embedded all around it, radiating a gentle yet powerful spiritual glow.
The deck was silent. There were no disciples from the other immortal sects in sight, only several sect leaders who had clearly been waiting for quite some time.
Everyone wore different expressions, while the heavy atmosphere seemed almost tangible—as though water could be wrung from it.
"Sect Master Lu, you've finally arrived." A white-haired old man spoke first, his deep, hoarse voice unable to conceal his anxiety.
He was Zhou Qingyuan, sect master of the Azure Sun Sect, one of Dagan's Ten Great Immortal Sects.
Lu Wenhao gave a slight nod, his gaze sharp as lightning as it swiftly swept across the gathered people.
At a glance, his heart jolted. Not one of the Ten Great Immortal Sects' leaders was absent; they had all gathered here.
In the Dagan Dynasty, how many years had it been since such a scene had last appeared?
It seemed the Great Gan Imperial Family had truly spared no expense in this operation