The next moment.
Cheng Buzheng stood atop the arena platform, his expression calm as he merely raised a hand slightly and made a gentle lifting gesture.
An invisible, intangible yet irresistible soft force swept out like a spring breeze brushing across the plains, instantly spreading throughout the entire plaza.
"Rise, all of you."
His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in the ears of every cultivator present, carrying a power that soothed the hearts of men.
In an instant, the more than thousand cultivators bowing in salute across the plaza, regardless of their cultivation level, felt an irresistible yet incomparably gentle force steadily lift them up. It was as though it was not an external force at all, but their bodies naturally straightening of their own accord.
This exquisite control over power shocked everyone even more deeply.
"Thank you, President!"
"Thank you, President!"
Having risen, the crowd gave thanks in unison once more. Though the wave of voices was not as mighty as before, it carried several more degrees of heartfelt reverence.
At the sight of this.
Feeling the vast sea of people below him—heroes who ordinarily dominated their own territories, now all lowering their heads—and hearing those mountain-shaking, tsunami-like cries of homage and gratitude...
Even Cheng Buzheng, firm in his Dao heart, could not help but feel an indescribable rush of exhilaration and satisfaction belonging to one who held control rise from the depths of his placid heart.
It was the most primal thrill brought by strength and authority.
Yet he swiftly suppressed that faint ripple, and clarity returned to his gaze.
He stepped forward, his eyes sweeping across the entire gathering. His voice suddenly rose, clear and majestic, resounding in every direction:
"Today is the day the Cultivator Association is officially established!"
"This Association upholds one