Cultivation: From Menial Servant to Immortal Venerable

The group entered the immortal city together and headed straight for Seatown Grand Hall to turn in their mission.

The moment he entered the city, Zhou Xun felt that Seatown Immortal City was shrouded beneath a heavy gloom.

The air was thick with a tense, killing aura, like the oppressive stillness before a storm.

On the streets, the once bustling cries and clamor had vanished, replaced by the hurried footsteps of cultivators,

Every face was etched with tension and gravity.

Streaks of spiritual light occasionally flashed across the sky, carrying war supplies transported from Central Continent.

At the same time, squads of cultivator troops clad in spirit armor streamed out of Heavenly Star Hall under the leadership of their commanders,

Heading for the immortal city garrisons.

Upon the city walls, the defensive formations shimmered with mysterious light. Array Formation Masters hurried back and forth within them, constantly inspecting everything to ensure they could exert their greatest effect when the great battle arrived.

The entire immortal city was steeped in an atmosphere of extreme tension, like a massive powder keg waiting only for a spark to set it ablaze.

When they arrived at Seatown Grand Hall, the guards were equally solemn, no longer possessing their former ease and leisure.

After inspecting their tokens and confirming that everything was in order, they allowed them inside.

At the center of the grand hall, Monarch Qian Chuan had his head lowered, holding a Jade Slip as he inscribed something upon it.

As the lord of the immortal city, the entire logistical burden of this war rested upon his shoulders.

When he saw Zhou Xun enter,

Monarch Qian Chuan forced out a smile, though the exhaustion in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Brother Zhou, you're here!"

"Brother Dao, why don't you find more people