Above Southern Yu Prefecture.
An enormous flying vessel hovered in the sky.
The entire vessel was fashioned like a dragon-a brownish-yellow dragon.
This was the Great Wei Dragon Boat.
Ordinarily, the dragon boat was used only for matters of the utmost importance.
The dragon boat measured three hundred zhang long and fifteen zhang wide. Golden-armored guards crowded its deck. These were the Golden-Armored Cavalry, an exceptionally powerful elite force of the Great Wei Dynasty.
Five people stood before the golden-armored guards.
Two were elderly men with snowy white hair, one in blue robes and the other in white. An indescribable aura emanated from them. These were Grand Confucians—true Grand Confucians.
A single glance from them could strike demons dead.
Grand Confucians of this caliber could make their voices heard by Heaven. They possessed their own guiding ideals, serving Heaven and Earth above and the common people below, their noble virtue earning them names that would endure through the ages.
The two Grand Confucians stood aboard the dragon boat, their expressions calm.
Around them stood three military generals, clad in light armor and carrying no weapons. Yet they themselves were weapons in human form.
They were true powerhouses. Merely standing there, they resembled towering mountains, exerting a terrifying pressure.
Although Great Wei had fallen from its golden age, that did not mean it was weak.
The dragon boat descended.
Li Guangxin and the others hurried over and bowed deeply toward the dragon boat in the sky.
Now, the dragon boat slowly touched down, whipping up a fearsome cloud of dust.
"Still."
One Grand Confucian spoke softly. The dust instantly settled, pinned to the ground, unable to stir.
Such was the power of a Grand Confucian.
Calling it the power to make reality obey their words would have been an exaggeration, but