But as stated before, this was already the only road left before Chen Yan.
Suspended Sword Heavenly Mountain.
The upcoming Northern Border Fellowship would convene atop this majestic mountain suspended high in the sky.
The Ten Thousand Swords Assembly several years ago had dealt a devastating blow to the Iron Sword Alliance's strength. Or rather, nearly every sword sect throughout the Immortal Origin Land had suffered a crushing setback.
The Sword-Washing Hall.
This palace belonging to Lü Wangqiu had now become one of the most important buildings on Suspended Sword Heavenly Mountain.
And the Northern Border Fellowship was being held here.
The hall's once-spacious interior was now packed with over a thousand figures. Even the weakest of the Immortal Cultivators present had reached at least the Divine Ability Realm.
Only Immortal Cultivators at the Ascension Realm or above were entitled to sit here.
Chen Yan stood in a corner of the Sword-Washing Hall. He knew that among the thousand-odd people currently sharing this great hall with him, at least a hundred were his External Incarnations.
He simply did not know which people they were.
After all, Hidden Truth Returning Silence had completely severed the Karma of those Immortal Cultivators from his own.
Like the other Divine Ability Realm and Dao Integration Realm cultivators, Chen Yan had no right to speak at this fellowship gathering.
All he could do was stand here and listen.
Besides the seven True Lords of the Northern Border Immortal Alliance, six other True Lords had come to attend the Northern Border Fellowship.
Those six Void Return Realm True Lords from different factions had been watching and waiting, weighing whether to join the Northern Border Immortal Alliance.
After all, with only their own strength to rely on, if that fiend Yin Ji ever came knocking, all they