Before the palace on Sacred Sword Peak, Fang Mo stood with his hands behind his back.
Behind him, eight Holy Realm experts stood still as mountains. No one dared make a sound. All of Sacred Sword Peak fell silent, and Heavenly Venerates and True Lords alike looked their way.
"Why are you still standing there? Pay your respects to the Holy Lord!"
Burning Heaven Saint's deep shout exploded between heaven and earth like thunder.
"Greetings, Holy Lord!"
The hundred thousand cultivators on Sacred Sword Peak saluted in unison. Even the weakest among those gathered had reached the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, and their voices shook the heavens.
"At ease!"
Fang Mo raised a hand, sending a vast force surging through heaven and earth.
In the distance, several people stood aboard a holy vessel. At their head were two middle-aged men: Wan Lin, Sect Master of the Azure Firmament Sword Sect, and Cloud Rise, Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sword Sect.
Both watched the towering figure before the Holy Lord Palace with unease.
"So that's the Holy Lord. What a powerful aura! A single soft shout from him changed the very balance of heaven and earth!" Heavenly Venerate Wan Lin spoke quietly, lingering fear in his eyes.
"Yes. Thank goodness we chose correctly." Heavenly Venerate Cloud Rise sighed. "If we'd resisted, we might have been destroyed like Qinglian and Red Soul!"
Both men sighed. Holy Realm sects with countless years of history had been wiped out just like that. How could they not lament it?
"Everyone, move aside. I'll open the Star-Realm Gate!"
Fang Mo's voice rang out. With a wave of his hand, a mighty force cleared a thousand li before the Holy Lord Palace, moving every person and building out of the way.
At a thought, he