Seven Sects Gather, the Advantage Is Ours

A day later, at the summit of Moon Gathering Peak in the Moon Concealment Sect.

Clouds and mist curled through the area, while Immortal Cranes cried clearly. It had originally been an ideal place for peaceful cultivation.

Yet at this moment, the atmosphere atop the Moon Gathering Platform, carved from a single piece of Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade, was so heavy it seemed one could wring water from it.

The pinnacle figures of the Yue Country Cultivation World—the Nascent Soul Ancestors—had gathered here!

Ancestor Linghu wore a faded green robe, his withered fingers rolling a smooth Jade Thumb Ring. His aged eyes were half-closed, as though he were meditating. Only the silent turning of the ring between his fingers revealed the turmoil in his heart.

The Moon Concealment Sect's Great Elder wore a grim expression. Beneath her cold gaze, volcanic fury and a barely perceptible anxiety were tightly suppressed.

Beside her stood a frail man. The Moon Concealment Sect's members rarely saw this mysterious ancestor; they only knew that he was the sect's other Nascent Soul Stage cultivator besides the Great Elder.

The Giant Sword Gate's Nascent Soul cultivator was a Bare-chested Strongman. A massive sword like a door panel was casually planted at his side, pressing slight dents into the warm jade floor. Even his exhalations carried scorching sparks, and his gaze was as savage as a primordial beast choosing its prey.

Qingxu Gate's old Daoist had white hair and beard and held a Jade-handled Fly Whisk. He looked every bit the immortal master, but the whisk's tail trembled faintly without his notice, betraying his unsettled state of mind.

The Nascent Soul Ancestors of Skywatch Fortress, Blade Carving Dock, and Spirit Beast Mountain also wore varying expressions—some sinister, some grave, some worried.

Invisible Nascent Soul Aura Fields collided, tested each