Minor Thunder Sea.
A market town.
A tea house.
A storyteller slapped his sound-block. "Ever since the beast tide of Divine Ray Palace was wiped out, the Myriad Stars Alliance defeated Water-Moon Palace and Thunderclap Temple, unified the East Sea, and convened a Nascent Soul grand assembly at its headquarters on Myriad Stars Island... The entire Eastern Sea Cultivation Realm was shaken. Countless Nascent Soul old monsters gathered and pledged themselves to the Myriad Stars Alliance, dividing the Eastern Sea Cultivation Realm into thirty-six inner islands and seventy-two outer islands... At the very least, one needed Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation to occupy the waters of an outer island."
"From then on, our East Sea entered the era of the Myriad Stars Alliance..."
Though this storyteller appeared to be an ordinary mortal, he actually possessed a trace of magical power. It was feeble, merely Mid Qi Refinement, yet that still made him a rarely seen cultivator.
Whenever the breeze stirred his robes, one could catch sight of a layer of shimmering spiritual silk beneath his outer garment, marked with the insignia of the Myriad Stars Alliance.
He was clearly a cultivator employed by the Myriad Stars Alliance, sent to various places to spread its message.
Though the many cultivators below knew this perfectly well, they could still hear plenty of the latest news from the cultivation world, and listened with great relish.
For a time, even the tea house's business improved considerably.
The storyteller was clever as well. After recounting news from the Eastern Sea Cultivation Realm, he began telling scripts of true scholars and fair maidens, of young men cultivating immortality, immediately winning thunderous applause from the entire hall.
Even after it ended, some remained reluctant to leave.
Among them was a boy who looked thirteen or fourteen. His