As a powerhouse of the superior sect descended, all the Eight Great Immortal Sects Cultivators bowed deeply in salute. Not a single person remained standing.
Many Void Refinement elders and disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects trembled involuntarily, all manner of fear rising within them as the quivering of their souls became impossible to suppress.
Great Sun Sword Master!
An ancient powerhouse of the Immortal Sect hidden in the depths of time, invincible across an entire starry sky—a powerhouse who had already been invincible before countless generations of their ancestors had even been born.
Now, he had descended here, as though a mythological tale had been cast into reality, making everything feel unreal and dreamlike.
"Everyone, rise."
The hazy figure within the light spoke faintly.
This was the Sword Master's will.
All the cultivators rose involuntarily, their souls instinctively obeying that will. Even if a cultivator wished to resist, his soul and fleshly body would instinctively force their way past his personal will and obey the command of that terrifying will instead.
Even if cultivators wanted to resist, they could not.
The light in the sky quietly dispersed.
All the cultivators of the Eight Great Immortal Sects breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, a trace of regret arose in their hearts. They had failed to behold that mythical being, that pinnacle of the immortal dao, and perhaps would never again have the fortune to encounter him.
"Hahaha!"
"Everyone, long time no see! You all seem to be in fairly good spirits?"
Amid layers of clouds and mist, Jiang Ding laughed heartily as he walked toward the Nine Great Dao Children.
The Great Sun Councilor of the Immortal Sect held a political office. Every movement had to follow the etiquette of a diplomatic visit, and he