That night.
On the streets outside Silver Moon's tallest landmark building, traffic flowed without end. Yet atop the building, on the vast circular helipad unknown to ordinary people, a duel from another world was about to unfold.
Gales howled. From time to time, pale-white lightning tore through the heavy night sky, illuminating the figures standing across the open rooftop, followed closely by rolling thunder rumbling in from the edge of the heavens.
It was going to rain.
Yet even amid the biting gale, the figures on the open-air platform remained utterly motionless, standing like statues with long, steady breaths.
These people were body-art masters from Silver Moon and several neighboring provinces. Outside, every one of them would have been capable of opening a school and founding a sect. Yet today, they had gathered here, seemingly waiting for something.
On the rooftop, set some distance away, stood a number of safe rooms made of blastproof glass. Inside one partially transparent glass room, five or six mysterious visitors whose bodily aura was only at the third or fourth rank, yet whose presence was stronger than the masters outside with every gesture, casually discussed the highest circles of the Federation's body-art world, speaking of Human Immortals without the slightest reservation.
"The one who just arrived in the room opposite seems to be from the Wang Family. That family truly has extraordinary bloodline. A Human Immortal emerged among their ancestors, and after dozens of generations since that one passed away in meditation, another has appeared. Human Immortal Wang Luoshang should still be at the height of her prime..."
"Of course she's still in her prime. Wang Luoshang is from the modern era. It's just a pity that her bloodline hasn't been passed down yet. Otherwise, the offspring of the foremost immortal of old martial