The Seven Immortal Lords, the Chosen One!

Chosen Ancient City hovered above the Endless Sea.

Tens of thousands of feet beneath the ancient city, a vast expanse of blue-green sea churned endlessly. Waves struck the reefs with thunderous crashes, yet could not shake the majestic city in the sky in the slightest.

Countless ancient formation patterns flowed across the dark blue-black walls. Each emitted a faint immortal glow, enveloping the city, which spanned tens of thousands of miles, in a barely perceptible veil of light.

Above the city, seven enormous palaces hovered in different positions, gleaming gold, green, blue, red, yellow, purple, and white, respectively. They represented the supreme legacies of the seven great immortal sects.

Each palace radiated fluctuations of laws with a different attribute. Like seven suns of different colors, they illuminated all of Chosen Ancient City as brightly as day.

At that moment, deep within the highest of the seven palaces—the entirely golden Primordial Unity Immortal Hall—seven figures sat around a massive round table.

Every one of those seven figures radiated a terrifying, suffocating pressure.

Their auras were as deep as abysses, and tangible light of laws flowed around them. Space twisted and warped in their presence, as though unable to bear their existence.

Immortal Lords!

All seven were Immortal Lords!

The man at their head was middle-aged and wore golden Daoist robes.

He had resolute features, and an imperious air that looked down upon the world rested between his brows. Nine golden halos encircled him, each a complete ring of laws.

Zhao Cangming, an elder of the Primordial Unity Immortal Sect.

"Everyone, the immortal sect selection held once every thirty thousand years is upon us again."

Zhao Cangming spoke, his rich voice echoing through the hall like a great bell. "Have you decided on a plan for this opening of the Chosen Secret