The Confucian-robed cultivator was above them, speaking in grand, sweeping tones, when suddenly spiritual light flashed, and a thunderous boom like rolling thunder crashed into their ears. Spatial fluctuations surged, and a black vortex abruptly appeared overhead.
"This..."
The Confucian-robed old man was stunned, and the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators below listening to his sermon were even more dumbstruck. In terms of strength, none of their cultivation levels could be considered low, and with so many of them gathered together, their breadth of experience was naturally vast. Yet none of them had ever encountered a situation like this.
A Spatial Vortex?
But compared with the descriptions in the ancient texts, it seemed somewhat different.
Before the thought in their minds had even finished turning, a streak of red light shot out from the vortex.
Immediately after, green light flashed, and a blurry human figure emerged close behind it.
The radiance drew in, and two cultivators appeared before their eyes.
One had kind brows and benevolent eyes, and looked to be at least over a hundred years old. The other was much younger, only around twenty, dressed in blue robes, with an ordinary, unremarkable appearance.
The Confucian-robed cultivator had sharp eyes. His gaze swept over the old man's face, and his expression abruptly changed greatly.
"Outer Palace steward Xue Bufan pays respects to the Palace Master."
An excited, trembling voice entered their ears. That Lihe Realm cultivator who had been preaching and expounding the Dao actually began performing a great salute toward the old man in midair.
The Nascent Soul Realm cultivators below froze, then could not help but break into a commotion one after another.
The Palace Master?
Hadn't the Palace Master entered seclusion and not shown himself for two hundred years?
There had even been rumors in small lanes