With the conclusion of the first alliance conference, the colossal Southwest Alliance officially entered the sight of the major Cultivation Worlds in the Borderlands.
The nine Cultivation Worlds of the Southwest had united as one, and their alliance leader was none other than Song Changsheng, the True Lord Zixu who had been riding high these past years.
They said a tall tree caught the wind, but the Song Clan's tree was nearly reaching the heavens now. Not only had it not been snapped, it had instead grown ever more lush and sturdy.
Once the news spread, it became the hottest topic of discussion across the various realms for a time.
"Fortune and blessings really are impossible to predict. Our True Lord Zixu became famous in his youth, and after more than a hundred years, his brilliance remains unmatched. Who knew how many faces he'd slapped with a resounding smack, smack, smack.
At his current age, if he crossed that threshold and broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm, he'd probably make history outright.
When True Monarch Yusu broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm back then, she seemed to have been over three hundred years old, right? She was the youngest Nascent Soul True Lord in our Borderlands for ten thousand years. I'd say that record won't last much longer."
Inside a wine shop in a small border city somewhere in the Lu Kingdom Cultivation World, a middle-aged cultivator spoke animatedly to his tablemates, spittle flying as he carried a faint smell of alcohol.
Perhaps because he had been drinking, he completely let loose his voice. Before long, his words had drawn the attention of every drinker in the hall.
At a table near the window sat a man and a woman, their presence utterly out of place amid their