The surface of the forecourt had been paved with ancient spirit jade. It lay smooth and polished, with spirit-gathering sigils hidden within it, drawing in the world's spiritual essence year-round to nourish the palace's fortune.
On both sides of the forecourt, two rows of elite celestial cultivators stood in perfect order. Their backs were straight, their cuirasses gleamed, and their auras were steady and condensed. Their eyes swept the eight directions like hawks, the guard around the palace locked down tight.
Every one of these watch-standing cultivators had a cultivation base fixed at the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Nine.
They stood only one step away from the Golden Immortal threshold. Their battle strength far surpassed cultivators of equal rank from the Sixteenth Firmament. All of them were direct-line elites carefully raised by Pole Star Hall, seasoned through long campaigns.
"They sensed two deep Golden Immortal auras approaching.
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