Identity Reversal, the Violet Gold Saint Armor Grand Commander

On Little Turtle Peak.

The Refining Void celebration was still underway, with bursts of jubilant clamor erupting from time to time.

In short, it was an age of song and dance, with the sound of toasting cups never ceasing.

The passing cultivators on the outskirts could only look on with envy.

Such grand gatherings belonged to the upper circles of the Immortal Cultivation World. Bottom-tier cultivators like them could only watch from afar; they had no qualifications to join in.

Just then.

In the vast blue sky.

A star-glittering tower ship roughly a hundred zhang long tore through the heavens at tremendous speed, heading toward Heavenly Star City.

The entire ship was magnificent and imposing, its appearance radiating an unmatched dominance that proclaimed the extraordinary status of its owner.

Its design and scale alone surpassed most dharma boats and spirit carriages.

On the third level of the ship.

A young man clad in Violet Gold Saint Armor sat upon a throne in a lavish hall. With sword-like brows and starry eyes, he exuded the bearing of a superior with every casual gesture.

His figure stood straight as a solitary peak, his temperament as profound as the boundless starry sky. When his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as though a river of stars flowed endlessly within them.

Between his brows was a dim, concealed mark shaped like a Spirit Sword.

Two rows of Silver-armored Star Guard cultivators stood in the hall below, each possessing cultivation at or above the God Transformation Stage.

These Silver-armored Star Guards, who were ordinarily lofty figures, all lowered their heads like quails before him, not daring to meet his gaze.

Each of them stood cautiously and respectfully.

After a long while.

The Violet Gold Saint Armor youth suddenly furrowed his sword-like brows, as though