The six core powers would form a grand, imposing joint delegation, advancing and retreating together as they headed straight for Yuxu Grotto-Heaven!
That day, the sky was clear and the breeze gentle.
In the enormous square outside the gates of Divine Firmament Peak, three Divine Firmament Warships, each three thousand zhang long, already hovered in midair. Built entirely from ten-thousand-year lightning-struck wood and inlaid with countless defensive array patterns, they flew fluttering banners and exuded a vast, heart-stopping pressure.
On their hulls, the Dao inscriptions for "Divine Firmament" shone, with lightning flickering beneath them.
Led by Li Yunjing, Grand Elders such as Jiuxiao and Wuxing, ten Nascent Soul elders, and two hundred Golden Core disciples stood solemnly in the sect's standard robes.
Everyone was full of vigor, their auras refined and concentrated, their eyes burning with fighting spirit and conviction.
Tens of thousands of sect disciples had gathered around the square to see them off. As they gazed at the three mountainlike warships and the young figure standing at the bow with his hands behind his back, his purple robes billowing, their eyes brimmed with fervor and reverence.
"Fellow disciples, guard our gates well and cultivate without cease."
Li Yunjing swept his gaze over the countless disciples below. His voice was calm, yet reached every ear clearly. "The day I return will be the day our Divine Firmament Dao Sect shakes Tianlan with its might and rises to even greater heights!"
"We respectfully bid the Sect Leader farewell!"
"May the Sect Leader win victory at the first unfurling of his banner and spread the might of our Divine Firmament!"
The mountain-shaking, sea-roaring cries surged into the sky, scattering the drifting clouds.
Li Yunjing nodded slightly and said no more. With a sweep of his sleeve, he commanded, **"Board the ships.