The Limit of This Realm at First Strike

Before long, the sound of bells and chimes rang out nearby, spreading into the distance.

Hearing it, Zhao Sheng looked out the window, his gaze settling on a luxurious palace tower hanging above the street opposite.

The palace tower stretched a full ten li, forged entirely from a strange spirit metal as brilliant as stars. Its surface shimmered with starlight that filled the sky, grand and majestic beyond measure.

A line of humanoid puppets stood on each side of the palace gates, exuding formidable auras that faintly rivaled Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.

Above the palace gates hung a gigantic plaque bearing three wildly flamboyant characters: "Qi Huan Palace." They radiated an overwhelming air of ostentation, making it clear that the writer had been supremely confident.

At this moment, streams of escaping light shot over from all corners of the city and descended before the palace tower, revealing cultivators of extraordinary bearing. One after another, they entered within.

Most of these cultivators possessed exceptional cultivation. Golden Core Realm cultivators were everywhere, and Nascent Soul Realm cultivators appeared repeatedly.

Yet Zhao Sheng did not spare them a single glance. His eyes went straight to the top floor of the palace tower, where a tall figure was flying down from above and speeding toward the private room where Zhao Sheng and the others were.

In the blink of an eye, a handsome Daoist in golden robes entered the room and landed several steps away from the group.

The golden-robed Daoist smiled warmly and solemnly cupped his hands. "This junior is Jin Zheng. Greetings, Headmaster Zhao, and Fellow Daoist Dai."

Before Zhao Sheng could speak, Dai YiPing seized the initiative and sneered, "Heh heh, why has Brother Jin arrived so late? The Headmaster and I have been kept waiting for quite some time!"

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