When the disciples heard Jin Zhixing say this, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief and bowed as one. "We will all heed True Person's words. Whatever True Person says, we shall do."
None of these disciples were from the Upper Firmament Sect. They were either followers from subordinate sects or people with no aptitude who had been pushed out. They had never possessed much loyalty toward Upper Firmament Heaven to begin with. Cultivating the Turbid Canon was their only way forward, and in their own hearts, they were people abandoned by Upper Firmament Heaven.
Though rumors said Celestial Xia imposed countless rules upon cultivators, they had always been oppressed members of the lower ranks in Upper Firmament Heaven. To put it bluntly, even their lives had not been guaranteed. And after submitting to Celestial Xia, no matter how bad things might be, how much worse could they possibly become?
Jin Zhixing said, "Good. Since you are all willing, Jin shall follow the will of the crowd." He glanced at everyone. "Come with me."
He left the desk and walked outside. The disciples looked at one another, then followed him out.
This newly opened expanse of void was still rather desolate. There was scarcely any rise or fall in the snow-white land, which stretched in an unbroken line into the blue-gray vault of heaven.
Jin Zhixing walked alone at the very front, while the disciples followed far behind him.
After traveling several li, he halted and looked up. The disciples followed his gaze. They saw what seemed to be an extra star in the sky. As that star gradually grew larger, they could make out that it was an enormous flying vessel with graceful lines. Gentle, brilliant radiance flowed from its hull, illuminating not only the somewhat dim heavens, but