"Emperor Chu actually came to see us off in person?"
"This is Emperor Chu's Dharma Form, not his true form."
"So fast! The star river is flashing past like streaks of light. Could Emperor Chu already be an Immortal Emperor?"
Within the Immortal City, the various sects' flying ships were docked, and the disciples and elders aboard could all sense the shifting light of stars and moons outside the city.
Countless streaks of light swept past. It was not those stars racing along, but them, moving as though the constellations themselves were wheeling and shifting, at a speed beyond imagination.
The vast territory of the Southern Region flashed past their eyes in blurred afterimages, impossible to make out clearly. They could barely see the distant, enormous landmass, its outline faintly tracing the mountains and rivers of the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty.
"The Southern Region Assembly Battle pits seven dynasties against one another. With places in the Original True World at stake this time, every dynasty is eager to compete. Some may inevitably resort to despicable methods."
Inside a hall aboard the flying ship, the Dream Master glanced up before speaking to Li Hao beside her.
Li Hao nodded. He had encountered an ambush en route back in the Land of Myriad Heavens.
Though he had now come from the Tian Yang Pseudo-World to the True Realm, the surroundings had changed, but people had not. Human hearts had remained unchanged since ancient times.
Li Hao withdrew his gaze from the vast starry sky beyond the ship, where starlight streamed past like shadows, and began carefully studying the paintings and porcelain before him.
Seeing how composed Li Hao was, the Dream Master's lips curved into a faint smile, and she quietly kept him company.
Time flew.
Emperor Chu's Dharma Form carried the