Dragon Soar Accountability

On the eve of the grand assembly.

The valley was already bustling with voices and extraordinary liveliness.

Cultivators from different sects and clans wore all manner of splendid Dharma robes.

Some gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing as they exchanged cultivation insights and strange tales.

Others wandered alone, seeking the opportunities and realizations that belonged to them.

Quite a few younger cultivators had eyes glittering with curiosity and longing for the unknown world.

Some competed in swordsmanship, while others sparred with spells. The air was thick with both rivalry and camaraderie.

Until a certain moment.

In the heart of the valley, an enormous altar slowly rose.

Its surface was covered in intricate runes and formations, blazing with dazzling light.

Several highly respected cultivators sat cross-legged around the altar.

Their eyes were closed in concentration, their expressions solemn.

As night descended and all sounds fell silent.

A bright moon quietly rose, reflecting against the lingering glow of the setting sun and casting Sunset Valley in an even more mysterious light.

At that moment, every cultivator stopped what they were doing and held their breath in anticipation.

Because they knew that a grand assembly concerning the future fate of the Northern Lands—the Four Alliances Assembly—

was about to begin upon this ancient and sacred land.

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

Accompanied by three tolls of a bell.

Whoosh!

Over a thousand streaks of light came roaring in unison from four directions, landing atop the four elevated platforms.

In an instant, spiritual light overflowed, turning the night sky bright as day.

Then dozens of figures strode through the air as if Tianshen had descended, taking their seats upon the stone chairs atop the platforms.

"The elders of the four sects have arrived!"

The elders of the four sects all possessed either immortal poise or