Sky Patrol Immortal Boat, Central Hub Plaza. The vast platform once used to drill formations now radiated a killing intent that soared into the heavens. Dense formations of cultivators stood in orderly ranks, their bright armor gleaming and the cold light of their weapons reflecting off faces filled with resolve and battle intent. Banners from every race of the star sea snapped in the fierce astral winds, converging into an ocean of conviction. Upon the high platform stood Xuan Nü in a pristine white palace gown, untouched by dust. Her peerless features were cold as eternal frost, and her deep eyes swept over the million cultivators below. Wherever her gaze fell, time and space seemed to freeze, chilling everyone to the soul and leaving none daring to meet her eyes.
At her side, Li Wuyang's azure robes fluttered as he stood tall and straight. Having endured the life-and-death tempering of the Primordial Stone Coffin, his bearing had grown ever more restrained and profound. Around him, the Dao Rhyme circulation of Chaos Birth and Death, nirvana and reincarnation faintly flowed. Though he had only just entered the Great Luo realm, his abyss-deep, mountain-steady bearing did not pale in the slightest before the many veteran powerhouses present. Master of Qingwei Temple, Yue Liuli, and Yun Yi stood close behind him, their auras more condensed than before as well.
The Star Inspector's starlight projection, Ling Xiao Sword Master of the Tianshu Sword Sect, Wonderful Sound Bodhisattva of the Ancient Star Domain of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and other alliance leaders stood to either side with solemn expressions. The entire plaza was silent as death, save for the howling astral winds and the battle intent hanging in the air, suppressed to the limit and churning like a volcano about to erupt.
Xuan Nü said nothing.