At the site of Penglai Immortal Island.
Countless cultivators hurried there, seeking opportunities.
Aboard a warship stood a large number of soldiers, clustered around a young man in splendid robes.
This man's aura was extraordinary.
Lofty and aloof, he possessed an indescribable nobility. He was Yuan Xu, the reigning Crown Prince of the Great Yuan Divine Dynasty, one of the Immortal-level Daoist Traditions.
He was also one of the Twelve Immortal Seed Kings.
On another warship.
A young man with a long saber on his back sat with his eyes closed. Swords were planted all around him, but every single one was broken!
Wisps of gray qi lingered over these broken swords.
That was the swords' resentful qi!
The young man gradually absorbed the sword resentment qi, which actually nourished his Saber Dao in turn, making his aura even stronger.
The Young Master of the Burial Sword Sea, Blade King!
"Amitabha."
"Benefactors, I trust you have all been well since we last met."
A Buddhist invocation rang out, and a handsome monk in plain cloth robes smiled faintly at everyone. He was an Immortal Seed of Golden Mountain Temple.
His aura was actually no weaker than Huifa's had been.
Yet few people responded to him.
Only a young man with a longsword on his back gave him a slight nod. The handsome monk was not annoyed and continued observing the situation.
The great Immortal-level Daoist Traditions had gathered, and Immortal Seeds assembled in droves.
The surrounding cultivators clicked their tongues in wonder at the sight, discussing it among themselves.
"The Crown Prince of the Great Yuan Divine Dynasty, Dugu Yu of Spirit Emperor Mountain, the Little Arhat of Golden Mountain Temple who could stand alongside the former Little Saint Monk, and the Saber King of the Buried Sword Sea. Tsk,