Azurewood Immortal Sect's Daoist Heir

There was no answer.

Yu Qianzi's face was full of dejection, her expression crumpled.

Soon, a bright star appeared before the Moon-Cold Immortal Palace, adding a trace of life to the cold, deathly stillness of the starry sky.

It was not a sun.

It was the Black Earth Realm, a small border realm of the Azurewood Immortal Sect.

This realm had fertile soil and produced spirit herbs, spirit rice, and spirit trees of every grade. It was among the richest realms under the Azurewood Immortal Sect's rule.

"Welcome, Heavenly Lord! Welcome home, Sword Heir!"

Several Nascent Soul True Lords who governed the Black Earth Realm, along with hundreds of Golden Core cultivators, came thirty thousand li beyond the realm to receive them. Celestial flowers rained down, immortal cranes danced, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground, forming a path of blossoms.

Every cultivator performed the grand rite of three kneelings and nine kowtows, pressing their foreheads deep to the ground. None dared look up.

The Divine Moon Heavenly Lord gave a slight nod.

The Moon-Cold Immortal Palace did not stop. It flew straight toward the Black Earth Realm's super teleportation array.

Behind it, the Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators remained prostrate. Even after the palace had traveled far away, they had not moved an inch.

Yu Qianzi fell into a brief daze.

More than a century of life in the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect had nearly made her forget the vast gulf between Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation cultivators. There should have been no exchange between them at all. Like ants, Nascent Soul cultivators could only bow down in worship.

The Moon-Cold Immortal Palace threaded through the fierce winds of the nine heavens.

Below, mountains and rivers interlaced with fields and gardens, while spirit veins lay in orderly patterns.