Bai Yujun looked at the eight Immortal Lords beyond the mountain and reflected that even the top rulers of the Primordial World observed the ways of human society.
It was not as though gatherings of this ruling class had never happened before. They simply had not regarded Bai Moulong as one of their circle. Now, even if they were unwilling in their hearts, they had no choice but to accept her. The situation lay before them, with no small measure of coercion involved.
Though they were far apart, to cultivators of their realm, the distance was no different from arm's reach.
The You Clan, Cen Clan, Xia Clan, and others—All Immortal Lords waited calmly around the dragon-shaped Sky Pillar Mountain. Their sole commonality was their best effort to conceal this from the outside world.
They sat suspended in the air. The descendants in their own immortal domains had no idea their ancestors were above them. The ants in the immortal cities below played out their own bittersweet lives. Several tower ships even circled Sky Pillar Mountain, reinforcing the suppression formations layer upon layer, endlessly thickening them. Formations of every kind were stacked together, perilously balanced like eggs piled high. They knew it was wrong, yet they had no choice but to keep strengthening them.
The Immortal Lords were in no hurry.
The message had already been sent into Sky Pillar Mountain. They only needed to wait quietly.
Even waiting ten or a hundred years made no difference to them. The White Dragon was pinned down by the sun and would likely pass the long years in sleep. Or perhaps she was being suppressed by the Great Sun Blazing Sun and found it difficult to communicate with the outside world.
They neither wished nor dared to probe the exact situation. Even