Just as they were whispering among themselves, Chen Xun had already reached the banquet grounds where the many Small Realm lifeforms were gathered.
His arrival was like a stone cast into a still lake, sending ripples spreading layer upon layer.
Everyone present—whether great generals of the War Realm Camp like Baili Wentian, the Realm Cultivators silently rising to their feet, or lifeforms from every realm such as great demons and barbarians—straightened their backs at that moment, their gazes converging upon that figure.
Chen Xun's gaze met theirs. It was a gaze tempered by the passage of years, steady and profound.
Tap...
Chen Xun's footsteps echoed across the banquet grounds, heavy with the weight and sediment of countless years. He walked forward slowly, each step seeming to cross innumerable mountains and seas.
At that instant, his footsteps seemed louder than any other sound, striking straight at the heart!
All the Realm lifeforms stood in two rows. Chen Xun's gaze swept continuously across them, and every face was filled with a different emotion: excitement, anticipation, solemn heroism, resolve...
Suddenly, a resounding voice broke the silence.
A tall, imposing man clad in silver battle armor cupped his fists toward Chen Xun and said in a voice like a great bell, "War Realm Camp of the Realm, Cang Lang, greets the Realm Pioneers!"
His voice echoed throughout the banquet grounds, every word brimming with strength and reverence. Hearing it, Chen Xun felt a powerful tremor stir within his heart. He slowly returned the cupped-fist salute, his voice sonorous and forceful:
"Qian Kingdom of the Realm, ancestor of the Five Elements Sect, Chen Xun! Greetings, Daoist friend!"
When his words fell, his footsteps did not stop. He continued onward.
Immediately afterward, another voice rang out. "Realm Immortal Sect, Old Man Qing Feng, greets the Realm