A pitch-black fissure appeared in the sky, rapidly widening into a deep passage. Vast waves of primordial energy swept across the heavens.
A colossal warship, several thousand zhang long, emerged from the passage and hovered in the sky. Its radiant canopy blazed like the sun, dazzling beyond compare.
Atop the warship, battle flags snapped in the wind. Beneath an emblem of a line piercing the clouds gleamed two golden characters: "Tianyan."
Everyone present paled, especially the two Attendants of the Moonshadow Dynasty, whose expressions turned grave.
A flying warship of such immense size was clearly a weapon of war. Even the Moonshadow Dynasty had no such behemoth.
"Who are you? State your names!"
The white-haired elder who had spoken earlier asked again, but his voice had unconsciously softened.
There was no reply. After several breaths, more than three hundred streaks of light shot from the warship. Their riders stood upon flying swords, hovering in midair as their auras joined together and churned across the entire sky.
At their head was a handsome young man in his twenties, with an elegant bearing that set him apart, like a refined gentleman.
Behind him, the men and women all had radiant skin and striking features. White mist seemed to stir around them as their auras rose and fell, making them look like immortals descended to earth.
"Greetings, Sect Master."
Li Canglan paid no attention to anyone else present. He landed before Shi Lan and bowed.
"Forty-seven Golden Core Realm disciples and two hundred seventy-six Foundation Establishment Realm disciples. Including this subordinate, three hundred and twenty-four of us have arrived."
The three hundred-odd disciples sheathed their flying swords and landed. Their faces shone with fervent reverence as they dropped to one knee and cried out in unison:
"We bow before the Sect Master!"
Shi