"Boom! Boom!"
Just as the world-destroying column of swirling wind was about to reach the shore, the gale abruptly subsided!
The mist and raging winds filling the sky seemed to be smoothed flat and compressed by an invisible giant hand, vanishing in an instant, as though that apocalyptic scene had been nothing more than an illusion.
Where the wind and waves had calmed, a pure-white jade vessel shaped like a crescent moon hovered silently in the air, radiating a gentle yet impossible-to-ignore immensity of spiritual pressure.
Over a dozen figures stood aboard the jade vessel.
At their head was an extraordinarily handsome man in moon-white magical robes who appeared to be in his thirties. A faint smile lingered at the corners of his lips, and his gentle eyes seemed to hold the revolutions of the stars, unfathomably deep.
That earth-shaking gale had presumably been his doing.
The young cultivators standing behind him all wore matching moon-white robes. The men were handsome and the women lovely, their auras steady and profound. Their cultivation had already reached the foundation establishment middle stage or late stage, and their eyes carried the lofty arrogance unique to cultivators from great sects.
Lin Changheng soon spotted two large, ancient-looking characters engraved on the moon-white jade vessel's sail-
Extreme South!
"It's the Extreme South Palace's Moon-Gathering Immortal Vessel!" a well-informed cultivator exclaimed, his voice full of shock.
"The Extreme South Palace?! Why have they come here?"
"That's... True Person Lingfeng of the Extreme South Palace? He actually came in person!"
"It's over... what chance do we have in this contest for the secret realm now...?"
The commotion along the shore instantly turned into stifled exclamations and whispered conversations. Most of those present felt as though a massive boulder had been laid upon their hearts.
The Extreme South