Very soon!
The other cultivators in the Sea Suppressing Alliance's main hall also gathered in twos and threes, offering congratulations, sounding each other out, or forming alliances.
Today, the positions had only been confirmed verbally...
Nothing was set in stone.
Only after tomorrow's inaugural ceremony for the establishment of the Cultivator Association would the final verdict be rendered.
As night deepened...
Streaks of rainbow light flew out from the Sea Suppressing Alliance headquarters, vanishing into the night sky.
Within the Sea Suppressing Alliance's main hall, Cheng Buzheng stood atop a high pavilion with his hands behind his back, gazing into the star-filled heavens.
His eyes were profound, as though they could see through endless time and space.
"I hope everything goes as this deity wishes!"
He murmured softly, his figure gradually blending into the night before disappearing without a trace.
The night passed without incident!
The next day—three quarters into the Hour of the Dragon.
The echoes of the morning bell had yet to fully fade from the countless streets and alleys of Sea Suppressing Immortal City...
Yet the rising sun had already poured down molten-gold radiance.
The light did not spread evenly. Instead, it flowed along the unique veins of the immortal city's Nine Palaces Cloud Pattern Array.
Every main street and every landmark pavilion seemed to have been plated with a pale gold that breathed.
The spiritual mist stirred up by the city-protecting Great Array's autonomous operation steamed and shifted beneath the sunlight.
At times it resembled dragons; at others, phoenixes.
It cast the entire majestic city like an immortal realm amidst the clouds.
At this hour on ordinary days, the markets would just be opening, and cultivators would be coming and going in lively bustle. Today, however, an unusual silence blanketed the entire city.
At this Hour