Within the storm, countless streams of light surged and churned, as though a pot of boiling water had suddenly been stirred. Yet after several dozen breaths, all the radiance vanished and calm returned. Between heaven and earth, there remained only the howling wind, torrential rain, and thick bolts of lightning striking down one after another.
In West Sea City, tens of thousands of miles away, no one knew anything about this storm, much less what had happened within it.
For an entire day, until deep into the night, cultivators continued arriving from all directions and entering this magnificent great city, now a rare sight in the Cultivation World.
West Sea City remained brilliantly lit throughout the night. Countless halls and courtyards buzzed with voices, while many friends who had not seen one another for a long time talked through the night amid unceasing laughter and cheer.
At dawn, the full day of the West Sea Grand Meeting had arrived. All cultivators hurried toward the enormous refined-metal platform amid the clouds atop the western mountain peak. At the center of this huge platform stood a white jade platform several hundred zhang across, surrounded by countless lotus-platform seats.
More than twenty thousand cultivators had already gathered on the huge refined-metal platform. Most were groups of several dozen elders leading nearly a hundred young disciples in their teens or twenties. Many of those young disciples were clearly seeing such a grand city and so many cultivators for the first time, and strange light shone in their eyes.
"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!"...
Clear bell chimes continued to ring out, while cultivators kept arriving from the distant clouds.
Boom!
"Senior Li!" "Palace Lord Li!"
Suddenly, cheers erupted throughout the venue. Many elder cultivators rose from their lotus platforms and saluted a group of approaching cultivators from