The Dragon Carriage slowly came to a halt above the summit, like a divine artifact descending from beyond the heavens into the mortal world.
The five flood dragon soul bodies reined in their pressure in unison. Their enormous bodies turned into five brilliant streaks of light, winding into the runes on the carriage and vanishing instantly.
The Blackwood Dragon Carriage settled steadily onto the ground, light as a drifting feather.
The steps before the carriage seemed to possess a spirit of their own, extending automatically to join seamlessly with the stone steps of Songhe Peak.
Qing Chen stepped down from the Dragon Carriage, his Black Battle Boots treading on the pure white stone steps.
The white mourning cloth at his waist fluttered gently in the wind as his torch-bright gaze swept toward the halls atop the peak.
Those eyes, which had once sent experts such as Su Xin Dharma Master and Dharma Master Guan Lian to their soul-shattering deaths, were now filled with somber solemnity.
Seeing this, Spirit Crane True Person hurriedly rose and approached at a quick pace, holding Songshan True Person's life-bound Jade Token in both hands.
He stopped thirty feet from Qing Chen, bowed, and said in a hoarse, dry voice, "Greetings, Deputy Sect Master Qing..."
At these words, the disciples seemed to wake from a dream.
"Greetings, Deputy Sect Master Qing..."
"We pay our respects, Deputy Sect Master Qing..."
Another crowd dropped to their knees in a rush, their voices shaking the summit.
They were actually louder than they had been while paying tribute to Songshan True Person.
Qing Chen's might now towered to the heavens. Since annihilating the Lesser Cold Temple, he had risen like the sun at its zenith.
Foundation Establishment cultivators dared not even raise their heads to look directly at him, and