As far as the eye could see.
Flying Vessels and tower ships belonging to one Profound Gate sect after another stood moored outside the Mysterious Truth Sect's Mountain Gate, shimmering with light and color amid auspicious mists and drifting rosy clouds.
White Crane Grotto, the Flower-Washing Sword Sect, Refined Rock Mountain, Water and Fire Tower...
Layer upon layer of treasure light soared into the sky, radiant and hazy, coloring even the Heavenly Firmament above Little Sweet Mountain like shifting glazed light, misty and dreamlike.
Judging by the designs of those Flying Vessels and tower ships, they should all have belonged to delegations sent by the various sects. Numerous indistinct figures could be seen aboard them.
Yet the Mysterious Truth Sect had always been at odds with the neighboring Profound Gate sects, with blood feuds between them.
Even after Ai Jian had forced the cultivators of six nations to bow their heads beneath a single sword, utterly unable to resist him.
Their terror and apprehension still outweighed their respect.
Inwardly, they were far from being of one mind.
Only during annual celebrations would the various sects casually dispatch a disciple or two to hurriedly present their tribute.
After expressing their submission and desire for peace, they would turn and leave, unwilling to linger even a moment.
As for a spectacle like this, arriving in such grand style aboard Flying Vessels and tower ships bearing their sects' names, openly presenting invitations to pay a formal visit-
Never mind witnessing it firsthand.
This was the first time he had even heard of such a thing.
Had he not seen several Daoists dressed in Mysterious Truth Sect disciple robes in the distance, riding streaks of light and chatting and laughing as they entered and left those other sects' tower ships.
With attendants flocking around