Then she stopped.
Yang Wanqing caught up and stopped too.
The mural covered the entire wall, six meters wide and three meters tall. The carving was exquisitely detailed, with distinct facial features and individual poses for every figure.
It depicted... the entire Golden Palace Cloud Sect setting out together.
One hundred and eighty-nine people.
Each stood on a flying sword.
One hundred and eighty-nine flying swords swept across the sea of stars in a wild-goose formation.
A glimmer of gold shone beneath the white-robed figure leading them... the Chang Geng Immortal Sword.
Every disciple behind him held the same posture: feet planted on a flying sword, its tip pointed forward, their bodies leaning slightly as they flew.
No mounts. No flying boats fashioned from magic artifacts. No talismans.
Nothing but sword flight.
A formation of one hundred and eighty-nine streaks of sword light traced a magnificent golden arc across the sea of stars.
Yang Wanqing stood before the mural, her mouth slightly open, speechless for a long time.
The livestream fell silent for several seconds too.
Then the chat exploded.
"Holy shit..."
"Now that's what sword immortals should look like!"
"The whole sect flying on swords! Every last one of them!"
"They look so cool I'm crying, I'm seriously crying."
"Something straight out of a dream, right here in reality."
"This is a true sect of sword immortals."
"White robes, flying swords, and a sea of stars for a road—this is cooler than anything in a cultivation novel."
"The greatest sword immortal of our age has to be Long Geng Heavenly Venerable!"
"No, it has to be the Chang Geng Immortal Sect! The whole sect is made up of sword immortals!"
Chen Siyao stood before the mural, her gaze slowly sweeping from left to right.
One hundred and eighty-nine people.