Ping'an City, high above!
Above the sea of clouds, Golden Core Realm Mortal Cultivators and Foundation Establishment Realm Mortal Cultivators sat cross-legged upon cushion-like masses of cotton, quietly awaiting the Ancestor's descent...
Groups upon groups of Qi Refining Realm clansmen climbed the cloud stairway and entered the Cloud Sea Daoist Venue, which seemed like a realm of immortals.
At the sight of this scene!
Some Qi Refining Realm clansmen cried out in amazement.
"This is too breathtaking!
Only the Ancestor—only the Ancestor could create such a miraculous Daoist Venue with a mere lift of his hand.
It's simply incredible!"
"Exactly!
This kind of soul-stirring spectacle is the first we've ever seen in our lives!"
"No way!
I have to take out my Recording Stone and preserve this!"
"Then our descendants can properly behold the Ancestor's divine and boundless methods!"
"Clan Brother really has thought things through."
"I'll record it too.
Oh, right!
I don't have a Recording Stone in my Storage Bag. Could you lend me one first?
I'll return it later!"
"I don't have any extras either. How about..."
"..."
Just as the Qi Refining Realm clansmen took out their Recording Stones, preparing to capture the breathtaking scene before them...
The Qi Refining Realm clansmen who arrived afterward also began copying them with great enthusiasm.
Even the Foundation Establishment Realm clansmen seated upon white-cloud Cushions silently found Recording Stones appearing in their palms.
As time trickled by!
More and more Mortal Cultivators of the Cheng Immortal Clan arrived at this Cloud Sea Daoist Venue by way of the descending cloud stairway.
Naturally, it grew increasingly lively as well!
The atmosphere gradually shifted from solemnity into a noisy clamor.
The voices grew louder and louder.
Seeing this, Cheng Ping'an frowned slightly, then looked toward his excellent son at his side,