A massive shadow slowly descended from the depths of the clouds, carrying an oppressive force that made people involuntarily hold their breath.
The shadow drew closer, and everyone finally saw its full form.
A colossal ship, entirely of dark gold, emerged from the clouds. Its hull stretched for tens of thousands of feet, and nine sacred dragons coiled around its bow. Each dragon scale was carved from pure golden divine jade, reflecting a light so intense it was almost blinding in the sunlight.
The ship's hull was engraved with dense patterns of Principle, which flowed endlessly and emitted an aura as vast as the abyss, as if the ship itself were a sleeping holy dragon, majestic, sacred, and inviolable!
This was everyone's first reaction.
The young monks of the Sacred Court were all stunned; the flying boat they were traveling on was already considered to be of a fairly high standard by the Sacred Court.
It's a top-tier flying ship at the level of Holy Lord, which is already quite prestigious.
Compared to this colossal, golden ship before us, it's like comparing a firefly to the moon.
Someone subconsciously swallowed and muttered:
"What... what grade of flying boat is this?"
One person next to him shook his head:
"I don't know, but judging from this aura, it's at least a top-tier Holy Lord level, right?"
Leng Qianqiu was chatting and laughing with the people beside him when he heard the noise and looked up.
His gaze fell on the nine golden dragons at the bow of the ship, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
He had once witnessed the grand procession of the Immeasurable Saint Emperor, led by an elder of the Leng Household.
On that occasion, the Saint Emperor traveled aboard this Immeasurable Sacred Boat.
He will never admit his mistake.
Leng Qianqiu's smile froze instantly. Her lips moved, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence:
" The Immeasurable Sacred Boat... this is the Saint Emperor's mount."
These words immediately caused an uproar among those around them.
" The Saint Emperor Emperor's carriage? What brings it here?"
Could it be that His Majesty the Saint Emperor has personally visited the Eternal Sword Pavilion?
"Impossible! What kind of status does the Saint Emperor have? Why would he come?"
The crowd began to discuss amongst themselves, their expressions shifting from shock to bewilderment.
I have no idea what happened.
At the front of the platform, Chen Xin also narrowed his eyes slightly.
He understood better than anyone else what this airship meant.
The Immeasurable Sacred Boat is never dispatched lightly; once it does, it signifies that a very important figure from the Sacred Court is traveling.
Very few people are able to ride the Immeasurable Sacred Boat, signifying the Saint Emperor's favoritism.
Those who receive this favor today need no further explanation.
Chen Xin shifted his gaze from the flying boat to the elders beside him.
The elders, dressed in blue sword robes, also abandoned their previous composure and became serious and solemn.
The leading elder had a gaunt face and three long, silvery beards; he was none other than the Grand Elder of the Heart Sword Pavilion, one of the Upper Three Pavilions.
This person rarely shows his face and holds a very high position in the Eternal Sword Pavilion, yet he has come in person today.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly watching the Immeasurable Sacred Boat slowly descend, but Chen Xin noticed that the old man's fingers, which were tucked into his sleeves, tightened slightly for a moment.
They were clearly also taken aback by the imposing presence.
Before long, the airship landed steadily on the platform.
The nine golden dragons at the bow of the ship slowly dimmed their light, and the patterns of Principle also subsided.
A moment later, two figures emerged from the boat.
The leader, with a full head of silver hair, a tall stature, a cold and stern face, and an aura as deep and mysterious as an ancient well, was none other than Lu Mingyan.
Today he was wearing a long black robe with a dark gold jade belt around his waist. Even standing there silently, he was not to be ignored.
Unlike his gentle demeanor when facing Han Xuanji in the Hunyuan Hall, Lu Mingyan now exuded his full aura. Although he did not deliberately release the pressure of a peak Holy Lord level expert, all the young cultivators on the platform lowered their heads in unison.
"It is the Holy Lord Mingyan..."
Leng Qianqiu recognized him.
He had once seen Lu Mingyan from afar at a banquet with the elders of the Leng Household. At that time, Lu Mingyan was just standing there casually, which made all the guests in the room dare not speak loudly.
It wasn't just the opponent's formidable strength, but also their overwhelming power.
The other party was the most beloved disciple of the Immeasurable Saint Emperor and the person who handled many affairs of the Sacred Court. It could be said that every word and action of his could represent the Saint Emperor's will.
At this moment, Lu Mingyan slowed down, deliberately waiting for someone.
Behind Lu Mingyan, another figure slowly walked out.
The man was dressed in a blue robe, with a calm expression and unhurried steps. He concealed his aura very well, and at first glance, he looked like an ordinary young cultivator.
But when his gaze swept over the crowd on the platform, there was an inexplicable sense of oppression.
The oppressive feeling did not come from his cultivation level, but from his face, which was familiar to many, and his previous glorious achievements.
"Han... Young Venerable Han "
Leng Qianqiu stared at that face, completely frozen in place.
In the Supreme Qian Dao Arena, this figure was surrounded by countless people, personally helped off the battlefield by the Saint Emperor, and received congratulations from the elders of the nine supreme forces.
The newly crowned champion of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, the undisputed number one prodigy of our time, an undefeated genius, is known to everyone in the Sacred Court, and his fame has spread throughout the continent.
"Han... Young Venerable Han?"
Someone beside Leng Qianqiu cried out in surprise.
Immediately afterwards, a chorus of gasps of astonishment rose and fell from the crowd.
The group that had just been praising Leng Qianqiu and asking him to introduce Young Venerable Han were now gaping, their eyes darting back and forth between Leng Qianqiu and Han Xuanji.
Leng Qianqiu had just said that Young Venerable Han was very busy, but she didn't expect him to come to the Eternal Sword Pavilion as well.
It seems the two aren't very familiar with each other, otherwise they would have known about this.
The person everyone had been discussing was right in front of them, but no one dared to go up and speak.
Ling Cang was also extremely shocked, never expecting that Han Xuanji would come to the Eternal Sword Pavilion.
However, upon further reflection, he recalled that during the Principle Conference, his opponent had displayed Sword Dao that was no less impressive than his own. After so many years, his Sword Dao skills had likely far surpassed his own.
Although the other party's name was not seen on the communication list, given Han Xuanji's current status, many things do not require going through formal procedures at all.
"Uh... Young Venerable's actions are all confidential; they won't be easily known."
Leng Qianqiu remained calm and defended herself.
After saying that, he secretly glanced at Han Xuanji, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that the other party did not seem to notice him.
But then he remembered that Han Xuanji seemed to have glanced in this direction after getting off the flying boat.
That glance was indifferent, perhaps just a casual sweep.
Leng Qianqiu was startled and dared not meet that gaze.
Ling Cang was even more startled; he wondered if Han Xuanji had just been confirming his identity.
No way?