"They're here! They're here!"
A delighted cheer rang out from atop the distant high wall, and the cultivators who had waited there for so long sprang to their feet in a rush.
A sea of dark heads swayed as everyone fixed their eyes on the distant horizon.
Accompanied by whistling winds, three warships sped forward in a triangular formation.
Under the sunlight, dazzling reflections gleamed clearly from their surfaces.
On the upper decks of the warships, cultivators stood ramrod straight, Spirit Guns in hand and scale armor upon their bodies, gazing solemnly at the crowd before them.
Before setting out, they might have been no different from the cultivators now watching them with such excitement. Yet after being tempered by blood and fire on the battlefield, they had transformed into something entirely different.
A chilling, murderous aura swept over them. Seeing these cultivators, who could be called battle-hardened elites, the residents of Heyang City could not help showing expressions of envy.
Presence could not lie.
After nearly half a year of tempering, these cultivators might not have seen any obvious increase in their cultivation realms, but their temperaments and experience had undergone tremendous growth and transformation.
No one believed they would remain stuck at their current realms from now on.
They merely needed time to digest what they had gained this time. Before long, this group of cultivators would surely undergo a great breakthrough in cultivation.
Seeing that the leading warships had reached their designated positions, the Alliance cultivators hurried forward.
Streams of brilliant spell-light shot into the sky, their dazzling radiance especially eye-catching even beneath the bright daylight.
'Welcome, sir, and the battle-hardened forces of our Alliance, victorious in your return after annihilating the Three Realms Sect!'
The light gathered by the spells circled through the air before deeply