Alaric sat in the seat of honor, his fingers tapping lightly against the tabletop.
He looked to be in his forties. His face was hard-cut, his brows sharp, his eyes bright. His black hair was tied back behind his head. He wore a dark purple robe. Embroidered across it was the emblem of the Celestial Alliance, a golden longsword wrapped with a massive silver dragon.
His cultivation had reached the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Nine, with one foot already over the threshold of that legendary Golden Immortal Realm.
Disbelief still sat in his eyes. He couldn't make sense of it.
A place like the Fifteenth Firmament topped out at True Immortal Realm Level Eight, and the cultivators of the Lower Realm, whether in arcane arts, relics, or battle experience, were no match for cultivators of the same cultivation level from the Sixteenth Firmament.
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