Ganxue Prefecture, a sacred land of sects.
For the past month, the entire prefecture had been festooned with lanterns and decorations, its roads packed with carriages and horses, presenting a flourishing, spectacular scene.
Spirit horses stretched like dragons, rare beasts pulled carriages, canopies covered the ground, and sedan chairs drifted like clouds.
Massive Cloud Ferries that swallowed clouds and exhaled mist rode the wind currents from afar, docking at the piers of Ganxue Prefecture.
Cultivators disembarked from the Cloud Ferries one after another. Raising their heads, they marveled at the rolling mountains, the forests of sects, and Ganxue's thriving culture of learning.
Dense masses of cultivators gathered in Ganxue Prefecture by different routes, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, vast and mighty in momentum.
Cultivators from different prefectures and factions, of every status and identity, had all gathered here—some to study, some to travel, some to seek the Dao or visit friends, some to broaden their horizons—to attend this grand Ganxue Sword Discussion and behold the splendor of the Nine Provinces' heavenly prodigies.
With so many cultivators present, Ganxue Prefecture had even made an exception and lifted its "airborne restriction."
In the boundless white sky, cloud ships occasionally flew past and spirit boats darted through the air, trailing magnificent cloud tails as they docked at the residences of various sects and aristocratic families.
From time to time, True Persons Feather Transformation transformed their spiritual power into wings and rode clouds through the sky alone, their graceful bearing like banished immortals.
The Feather Transformation Realm was the domain of high-realm cultivators.
In some small and mid-sized prefectures, one might not see one even once in several hundred years.
Some cultivators would never see a True Person in their entire lives.
Yet now, in Ganxue Prefecture, one needed only raise