Having heard this, Xu Changqing gained a general impression of his eight "senior brothers and sisters."
To say nothing else, the prestige of being a direct disciple of a Great Dao Venerable was truly terrifyingly high.
The two chatted as they flew, and before they knew it, they had approached the Boundary Pass of Shaking Light Star.
A translucent curtain of light stretched from the edge of the starfield all the way to the end of sight.
Xu Changqing and Zhang Zaizhi slowed down and approached gradually.
By then, a long queue had already formed outside the Boundary Pass.
Most of those in line were Outrealm races, each with a different form.
Some were brawny men with a single horn growing from their heads, their bodies covered in dark-red scales.
There were also women draped in gauze, beautiful-faced but with vertical pupils.
Merchant caravans had also arrived aboard small flying vessels, their decks piled with goods of every kind. Clearly, they were merchants taking advantage of the banquet to do business.
But the most numerous were still the anxious Outrealm cultivators.
These people came from different starfields and different races. Some were Rogue Cultivators, while others were sect disciples.
They had all come for the same purpose: to attend this banquet.
But the Northern Dipper Immortal Mansion's banquet was not open to just anyone.
The inspection at the Boundary Pass was exceedingly strict. Anyone entering the domain had to undergo a faith review.
Any lifeform that lacked even the most basic recognition of the Northern Dipper Immortal Mansion would be turned away.
As Xu Changqing flew past the Boundary Pass, he happened to hear a demon in the queue grumbling, "I've been waiting three days, and it still isn't my turn."
At that, another demon beside him smiled. "So what