The desolate city lay in ruins, fallen and silent.
Along the long streets, where traces of age and decay were everywhere, one figure after another stood quietly—the most powerful beings in this world.
Any one of them could summon wind and clouds with a thought, or turn heaven and earth upside down with a word. Yet now, before the blade-bearing figure in a black robe, they all bowed their heads, unable to meet his gaze.
Pei Ling's expression was calm. He quickly surveyed all the Mahayana cultivators, then said evenly, "Everyone's here. We can begin."
His voice was like the sound of a forest spring, flawless and pure. Hearing it was like a sweet rain falling into one's ears, soothing the heart and soul. In an instant, it spread throughout the entire world.
The gloomy sky stirred with wind and clouds. Countless shadows pressed down from above, and amid the shifting light, the shadow of the entire Lan Ke City flickered rapidly like a candle flame in the wind, as if it had suddenly gained consciousness and might flee in every direction at any moment.
The city, devoid of any sign of life and seemingly dead for countless years, appeared to have come alive in an instant through some uncanny means.
Gray-black blades of grass and flowers quietly sprang up everywhere, dotted with sparkling dewdrops. In the blink of an eye, they blanketed the entire barren city.
For a moment, every living being present felt refreshed and clear-headed, as if their bodies and souls had been freed from their shackles by those words, leaving them indescribably at ease.
After a brief silence, the many Mahayana cultivators finally gathered their thoughts.
Fu Qiong was the first to step forward. He took out a jade slip bearing the mark of Chongming Sect