It was an enormous ironclad warship, savage in form, as though it had cleaved through the heavens to arrive. Spatial turbulence, something ordinary people would flee from in terror, had no effect on it whatsoever.
Though it appeared to be nothing more than a warship made from remarkably ordinary materials, it was more powerful than every warship they knew of.
All of this was because of that majestic figure standing at the prow.
"True Lord has arrived in person. Everyone, follow me and pay your respects."
As his words fell, the cultivators atop Vast Peak awoke as if from a dream. They hurriedly followed Song Changsheng down the mountain to offer their respects, while the cultivators below had long since erupted into an uproar.
To them, Golden Core True Persons were already lofty, unreachable existences. A Nascent Soul True Lord was even more so—practically a figure from legend.
Their legs seemed filled with lead, making it exceptionally difficult to even move. They could only stare blankly at the slowly descending warship overhead, completely at a loss.
"Song Changsheng and Zhuang Yuechan of the Song Clan, together with all the guests present, pay respects to True Lord Longxiang of Myriad Manifestations Palace. True Lord's personal arrival has brought boundless glory to the Song Clan."
"Hahaha, I had no intention of being so ostentatious. However, the two places are far apart, and these two disciples of mine were delayed for a while, so I had no choice. I hope I have not spoiled everyone's enjoyment."
True Lord Longxiang laughed heartily. There was none of the aloofness one might expect in his words, easing the tightly wound nerves of everyone present somewhat. Yet they still held their breath, not daring to relax for even a moment, afraid that some improper action might offend