In the underworld, in Northern Continent, southeast of the Wind Tomb Territory.
Around three thousand people flew slowly across the vast sea, arriving above the Wind Tomb Territory before stopping in midair over a great river. Every one of them was dressed in splendid clothes and carried an extraordinary air of arrogance.
Various divine beasts served as their mounts. There were Nine-Headed Divine Lions, Nine-Colored Divine Deer, Golden-Crested Divine Cranes, and even powerful divine beasts like ice qilins. They were merely ridden by some of the stronger members of the group.
Their cultivation levels varied greatly. Some were so weak that they possessed only the cultivation of mortals in the Golden Core Stage, while others were powerful enough to subdue qilins.
More than three thousand people—it looked as though powerful figures from all over had brought their entire households along for the journey.
Above the great river, one of them waved his hand, and the mountains and rivers around it were shaved flat. The group slowly descended.
Palaces appeared one after another. Various buildings were quickly arranged.
Everyone descended, but a slender man in an ornate black robe remained in midair. Looking at the crowd, he said, "Everyone, we've finally arrived at the Wind Tomb Territory. You've suffered through the long journey. Rest for now. After a few days, once you've washed away your fatigue, we'll go together to meet the Sacred King!"
"Everyone, take a rest!" one lineage head ordered.
At once, the members of his lineage settled down.
The other powerful figures also began issuing orders to their subordinates.
The man in the ornate black robe slowly descended, and the leaders of the more than three thousand people gathered around him.
"Everyone, thank you once again for coming to Great Zheng with me!" The man in the ornate