Funeral, Relics

"True Lord Zixu has arrived—"

A clear, ringing voice echoed over the Golden Crow Mountain Range, drawing the attention of everyone on Jinyang Peak.

"Clan Head Song is here."

"Fellow Daoist Zixu's bearing remains as impressive as ever."

"Even from as far away as the Great Chu Cultivation World, I have heard of Fellow Daoist Zixu's illustrious name."

Song Changsheng wore a simple azure robe. Apart from the Jade Pendant Zhuang Yuechan had given him back then, he carried nothing else, plain to the extreme.

Yet the moment he appeared, he became the center of attention and the subject of everyone's discussion, with no shortage of flattering remarks among them.

After all, his deeds of first refusing a Golden Core and then slaying a Demon King had long since spread far and wide, becoming known to all.

If he had previously possessed only a measure of fame within the Four Border Realms, then now his renown had long surpassed that of an ordinary Golden Core True Person. Most cultivators across the dozen or so surrounding cultivation worlds had heard of him.

He was like a brilliant new star rising steadily into the sky, radiant and dazzling.

Everyone knew that his future was bound to be bright. Once he broke through to the Golden Core Stage, he would become a towering giant of one side.

Thus, as long as they held no grudges against the Song Clan, upon seeing him arrive, whether they knew him before or not, they would step forward to exchange greetings, introduce themselves, and make themselves familiar.

Kind words cost nothing. It did not matter how many they said; as long as they could leave a good impression now, they might reap unexpected rewards in the future.

Even if there were no rewards, they would lose nothing.