Some time later.
Kunlun Divine Mountain.
Countless streaks of light continuously descended from the distant heavens, each one carrying an aura that caused the surrounding void to tremble faintly.
Magnificent flying Dharma Artifacts traversed the clouds as ancient warships stretched across the horizon.
Some resembled enormous palaces, while others were shaped like divine beasts, their bodies covered in dense Dao patterns and terrifying restrictions.
Every single one of them represented an extraordinary inheritance or a supreme powerhouse.
Today, practically every mighty power of the Lower Realm had gathered here.
The reason was simple: the Kunlun Immortal Convention.
The Taiyi Platform on the First Summit of Kunlun Divine Mountain had already become incomparably lively.
Normally, any one of the cultivators gathered here would be an existence capable of shaking an entire Mortal World with a single stomp, yet now, they could be seen everywhere.
