Proficiency Maxed Out, Grinding into a Mortal Sword Immortal

In truth, they were all nearly invincible beneath the stars.

But they still weren't the most powerful beings beyond the heavens.

The Patriarch had told him that the world was vast—so vast that ordinary people could scarcely imagine it.

Of course, that had little to do with him for now.

"What realm is that person at?" Yun Shu asked. He meant the powerful being from beyond the heavens who had presided over the Formation Arrays.

"I don't know. Probably around the seventh level of the Human Immortal realm?"

"What? Have you got your eye on him?"

"But I still don't recommend you challenge them alone right now. You're strong, but you haven't reached the very top yet."

"Those from beyond the heavens have all sorts of methods. You might still get caught off guard and overturn your boat in a ditch."

"I understand." Yun Shu nodded. At least for now, he had no such intention.

"Are you all right?"

A group of people came in from outside.

The Formation Arrays had dissipated, leaving only blood covering the ground. As for whether anyone was truly all right, the answer was obviously no.

After all, several figures at Cult Master level had died, and even the Human Immortals had been gravely wounded.

Still, losing so many people wasn't the end of the world.

They hadn't suffered a crippling blow, and the Eastern Territory was still quite formidable. Even now, it might have only one Super Immortal Sect left.

Yun Shu watched the group approaching and cursed inwardly.

Why had that one come too?

But seeing him here was only natural, given how momentous this matter was.

Of course, by "this matter," he meant the Heavenly Palace.

Among the crowd, a peerlessly elegant young man seemed to sense something.

He glanced over in