His junior brother hurriedly sent him a voice transmission.
A great sect had arrived.
Judging by their bearing and display—
A Colorful Phoenix flew in from the horizon, sweeping across the vault of heaven and leaving behind brilliant rosy clouds.
Then, from the east, all manner of anomalies began appearing one after another.
"So many factions..."
"Isn't that the Clear Cloud Sect?"
His junior brother recognized one of the clouds.
But soon enough—
The two brothers, like the rogue cultivators nearby, stood rooted to the spot in shock.
They saw the various anomalies part, opening up a path through the clouds.
The figures who appeared bore no anomalies around them.
Those who arrived last wore cold expressions, yet carried a certain bearing unique to Immortal Practitioners.
"Good heavens, even the upper sects have been stirred!"
Someone with sharp eyes spoke up.
"Because of what happened in the West Sea, the Seeking Dao Immortal Sect has sent people."
As their robes stirred, flowing clouds drifted across their sleeves, faintly glimmering with the Dao Rhyme of the Heavenly Secrets Dao.
The only ones who could so openly weave Dao Rhyme into their clothing—or rather, afford such extravagant methods—were the Seeking Dao Immortal Sect alone.
"Looks like this West Sea really is far from ordinary. Let's retreat to the rear first."
"Remember to tell the Ancestor that this matter is no longer something our sect can interfere with..."
With such a tremendous commotion, some cultivators had long known it could not be concealed from everyone.
There were also quick-witted cultivators whose greed rose up, prompting them to charge directly into the golden light.
Yet the golden light remained utterly silent, and no great power could be seen.
Still, those blind cultivators all turned into clouds of blood mist, floating outward before dispersing into