At the column's point rode a dozen elders clad in flowing silver robes. Their auras pooled like bottomless chasms; blank faces and the faint pressure surrounding them made hearts stutter.
Any one of these men could stamp a foot and jolt a whole corner of Cloudhaven City, the weakest among them already stood at High Immortal Realm Level Eight. In the eyes of any noble house, such power counted as nothing short of formidable.
Leading the formation, three elders radiated an even fiercer presence, Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine, a single step shy of the True Immortal Realm. Their robes, woven from rare shimmering cloth, carried on each chest the same towering image of a Sacred Mountain thrusting into the clouds.
That emblem belonged to the Celestial Palace.
Within this immortal domain, those two words spoke of supreme authority, absolute rule, and a might no one provoked lightly. Every sect, every family that heard the name showed instinctive respect and dared not slacken in the least.
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