Above the Universe Wall.
A dozen or so old men sat in the air, riding the clouds.
Some carried long swords on their backs, their sword auras soaring into the sky like those of sword sages. A slight movement from them could pierce the heavens, as if they could split a planet in two with a single strike.
Some held black gourds and drank until their faces were flushed, looking thoroughly drunk. Yet the power of the world around them revolved around them, as though they had become one with it. Their effortless command of that power was unsettling.
Some wore red robes and were wreathed in crimson flames, like masters of fire. They were like suns, radiating terrifying heat at all times.
They kept the energy within their bodies under control, allowing it to swirl only within three feet of them. Otherwise, the land within a radius of three thousand kilometers would have become a sea of flames.
Every one of these old men was fearsome—a powerful figure of the age and a high-ranking leader of the Universe Sect, an elder with considerable authority. At the very least, they were all above the Return to Truth Realm.
"How are the new disciples this time?"
The drunken old man made idle conversation as he held a black gourd and rocked it lazily.
"There are a few promising ones. Kuer, the eighteenth prince of the Loki Kingdom, seems to have grasped something." An old man spoke casually, looking at Kuer below.
Kuer sat on the ground, staring intently at the stone wall before him as if he had realized something. An extraordinary vision appeared behind him. His magic power surged, and blue lotuses rose one after another, blooming with light and enveloping his entire body.
"Mm, that blond kid isn't bad