The final negotiation was held on a star platform jointly constructed by both sides, situated between the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace's Minor World defensive line and the Immortal Sect defensive line. They would participate through a wisp of divine consciousness.
Within the Star Fortress, Jiang Ding entered the Illusory Realm login pod, shut the hatch, and gently closed his eyes.
The login pod contained a formation connected to the star platform, along with additional safeguards to prevent enemies from using a wisp of divine consciousness to curse and murder someone, ensuring nothing could go wrong.
When he opened his eyes—
Birdsong and flowers surrounded him. Ornamental mountains stood in clusters, streams wound through the rocks, and light mist mingled with dense clouds. It was truly a splendid immortal landscape.
Farther away lay the dark starry sky, meteorites occasionally streaking through it, yet all of them veered around this Immortal Sect Holy Land.
The contrast between the dark cosmos and the beautiful scenery possessed a clean, pure sort of beauty.
"Brother Shenji, it has been many years. Your bearing remains as elegant as ever!"
"Not at all, not at all. I am old, my bones and sinews are failing me. I am far inferior to Brother Dingding—and Brother Qianxu as well. Back in those days..."
Ahead, Shenji Heavenly Monarch stepped forward, and the two Heavenly Monarchs immediately came up to greet him. There was none of the imagined tension of drawn swords and bent bows; instead, they laughed and reminisced, like old friends reunited after many years.
In truth, that was partly the case.
Back when the Great Sun Sword Pavilion had been at the height of its power, the Immortal Sect Heavenly Monarchs and the Heavenly Monarchs of the Eight Great Immortal Sects had been comrades who had faced life-and-death