The mighty cultivator of the suzerain sect descended, and every cultivator of the Eight Great Immortal Sects bowed low. Not one remained standing.
Many Void Refining elders and disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects trembled involuntarily. Fear rose within them, and they could not still the shaking of their souls.
The Great Sun Sword Lord!
An ancient powerhouse of the Immortal Sect, hidden deep in the currents of time. He had been invincible across an entire stretch of stars long before countless generations of their ancestors had been born.
And now he had descended here. It felt as though a myth had come to life, unreal as a dream.
"Everyone, rise."
The hazy figure within the light spoke calmly.
It was the Sword Lord's will.
Every cultivator rose involuntarily. Their souls obeyed that will on instinct. Even if a cultivator wanted to resist, his soul and body would bypass his own will and obey the command of that terrifying presence.
Resistance was impossible.
The light in the sky faded without anyone noticing.
Every cultivator of the Eight Great Immortal Sects breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet a trace of regret rose in their hearts. They had not managed to see that mythical being, that pinnacle of the immortal Dao. They might never have another chance to meet him.
"Hahaha!"
"Everyone, it's been ages! You all look to be in pretty good spirits!"
Amid layers of cloud and mist, Jiang Ding laughed and walked toward the nine Dao Children.
As the Immortal Sect's Great Sun Administrator, he held a political position. His every move had to follow the protocols of a formal visit, and in public he had to maintain a certain dignity rather than act too casually.
These were not empty formalities. They served a purpose.
Such ceremonies