Central Province, Firmament Rhyme Hall.
As one of the Eighteen Immortal Sects, Firmament Rhyme Hall was fairly active in the outside world. At the very least, it had established a presence on the Eastern Victory Divine Continent with complete confidence.
Firmament Rhyme Hall had deep reserves of its own, and naturally possessed enough strength to hold its place among the Eighteen Immortal Sects. Unfortunately, it ultimately lacked a fearsome reputation abroad-a living legend whose name instinctively made people wonder, "Do I really want to clash with this person?"
People like Bai Xuanling of the Heavenly Derivation Sect, Huang Miao of the Profound Clarity Heavenly Sect, Taiyuan of the Great Dao Sect, and Ru Nan, the Buddhist Sect's Venerable Buddha.
Individual heroism had always made the best stories. It set people's blood surging and naturally spread from mouth to mouth.
After all, even if eighteen people beat one person, people would only consider it a vulgar gang beating.
Firmament Rhyme Hall was probably in precisely that position: powerful, but without a renowned top-tier cultivator. It had a reputation, but naturally fell short of the sects to which those supremely renowned cultivators belonged.
Even so, as one of the Eighteen Immortal Sects that had stood tall to this day, Firmament Rhyme Hall possessed a prestige that ordinary immortal sects could not hope to look up to.
A single glimpse of its vivid scarlet sect robes was enough to turn away almost every returning gaze.
None of the Eighteen Immortal Sects was truly weak.
All the world's cultivators lay within the eighteen.
Those who could join the Eighteen Immortal Sects were the very finest batch of cultivators.
Ye Antao, one of those finest cultivators, had just completed a minor assignment from her sect and was leading her team back from outside.
Ye Antao