Xingdao City, the plaza at the eastern branch of the Dao Sect.
A vast crowd stood there, seemingly waiting for something.
At first glance, these people seemed unremarkable, as though they were merely Dao Sect disciples. In truth, however, they were all powerful figures, representatives of various factions.
There were even visitors from beyond the heavens. Every one of them was an influential bigwig in the outside world.
Yet at that very moment, these powerful figures all wore solemn expressions and remained silent.
They had been standing there for a very long time, but not one of them showed the slightest impatience, as if the person they awaited deserved such treatment.
Hum, hum, hum!
Hum, hum, hum!
Just then, a vast and peculiar rhythm suddenly poured down from high above.
The phenomenon was faint. Ordinary people living in the city, and even low-ranked martial artists, failed to notice it. Some martial artists who had only recently entered the Extreme Realm were just as oblivious. Only powerful martial artists of the Extreme Realm and those of the Jie Realm sensed it.
They instinctively looked toward the entrance of the main hall. Though their mortal eyes could not see anything, their souls told them that a great will had descended right there.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In an instant, a point of starlight burst open, transforming into strands that crisscrossed and wove together, outlining the figure of a young man.
He was tall and slender, dressed in a blue robe. Two long swords were strapped to his back, and a rusted long saber hung at his waist. It was Jiang Yan.
"We... pay our respects to Dao Lord Jiang!"
As Jiang Yan appeared, all the martial artists present bowed deeply in perfect unison, their expressions utterly reverent.
They were not