Each streak of azure light flew above Chaoge, revealing figure after figure.
"This!"
Other than Dixin and Wen Zhong, the remaining court officials stared at the figures in the sky, their faces filled with shock. They rubbed their eyes.
"Immortals, so many immortals!"
An elderly minister gazed at the figures in the sky, a trace of longing appearing in his eyes. In his youth, he had also been a martial artist with vigorous blood and qi. He had enjoyed three hundred years of life—five jiazi was already a lifespan ordinary people could only dream of.
Yet humanity's pursuit of longevity was endless. Who would ever think their life was too long?
The old man looked at the leading figure in the sky and narrowed his eyes. "That leading immortal, he, he seems to be..."
Dixin looked at the man at the front, clasped his hands, and bowed. "Dixin pays respects to Holy Father!"
"Wen Zhong pays respects to Martial Uncle!"
"Greetings, Holy Father!"
As Dixin spoke, his resounding voice spread through the royal palace and reached the ears of every minister and guard.
The next instant, all the astonished ministers and guards dropped to their knees in unison. Their heads were pressed deeply against the steps before them.
"No need for such ceremony. Dixin, Shang is now plagued by chaos in every region. Our Interception Sect has come to lend aid, to ensure Shang's stability and safeguard its borders!"
Dixin straightened, raised his right hand, and used the power of the Martial Dao to connect with Shang's national fortune. He declared solemnly, "Human Dao above, in the name of the Human Sovereign, I hereby decree the Interception Sect to be Shang's sect that protects the nation. For as long as Shang endures, the people of Shang shall forever honor the