A Gathering of Heroes

On the Summit of Nameless Peak, everyone was either sitting or standing, and the atmosphere was quiet. Even those from the same Myriad Demon Ridge faction had no mind to speak.

As for whether they were secretly using their Battlefield Marks to communicate, no one could know.

After all, there would not be the slightest trace of such a thing.

Though everyone was full of doubts, they appeared perfectly composed on the surface. Ying Wuji alone was exceedingly uncomfortable.

He was a Ghost Cultivator. Only by moving through darkness could he unleash his full strength. Showing himself so openly gave him the distinct feeling of having his clothes stripped off.

Especially when every person present was immensely powerful, while he was the weakest of them all...

To conceal his unease, he leaned against a large tree and toyed with his curved blade Spiritual Artifact. As though it had been granted life, the artifact fluttered endlessly between his five fingers, tracing graceful arcs through the air.

Time passed. At a certain moment, everyone suddenly sensed something and raised their heads to look in the same direction.

Someone else was coming!

A streak of light rapidly approached from that direction. Through it, they could vaguely see a flower-basket-shaped flying artifact, with a graceful figure seated within.

There were many styles of Flying Artifacts in the Nine Provinces. The most common were Spirit Boats with sleek, flowing designs. Flower-basket-shaped ones were less common, though not rare, and were especially beloved by female cultivators.

Thus, the moment they saw that flower-basket-shaped artifact, everyone knew a female cultivator was arriving.

Then they observed the Spiritual Power fluctuations she emitted.

She was only at the Cloud River Stage, Seventh Layer...

She was probably just passing by. Everyone immediately lost interest and withdrew their gazes.

Only Lu