The words had barely fallen.
Dragon claws trod the void.
The void collapsed.
Dragon tails swayed.
Heaven and earth lost their balance.
They were not escorting it; they were pulling it.
Rumble—
The entire Immortal Palace slowly advanced.
Wherever it passed, space collapsed layer by layer and continuously regenerated. The Heavenly Laws were forcibly made to give way; even the flow of time became chaotic.
Across the Nine Provinces.
True Immortal Stage experts from every faction abruptly raised their heads.
Some pupils contracted sharply.
Some souls were shaken.
Some even unconsciously took a step back.
Suddenly.
Deep within the Immortal Palace.
A blurry figure slowly rose.
In an instant—
All dragons trembled!
Every dragon head lowered at once, their massive bodies sinking slightly, as though they bore an irresistible will.
Boom!
The skyvault above the Nine Provinces' celestial veins pressed down another threefold.
Mountains and rivers shook.
Deep within the Immortal Palace.
That figure finally appeared in full.
He slowly took a step forward.
No phenomenon erupted.
No radiance shot into the heavens.
Yet at the instant he appeared—
The Immortal Palace pulled by myriad dragons sank slightly in unison.
As though what bore him was not a palace, but a world being bent beneath his weight.
His figure was slender and upright, as though forged by the Great Dao itself.
A plain white robe draped from his frame, yet it was not cloth. It seemed woven from countless fragments of laws. Star-like Dao Patterns faintly flowed across its hems, and every slight flutter drew ripples through the void.
His hair was black as ink, neither tied nor crowned, falling naturally without a trace of disorder.
Rather, it seemed bound by some invisible rule, every strand distinct.
That was not the wind.
It was the Dao.
His features were neither