As Master Daoist Zeyang formed a seal with his hands, beams of light as straight as a stretched ribbon descended from the sky, and in an instant, waves of glowing clouds pierced through the dark clouds.
"Yuhua Immortal Court, this is the ultimate joy of the East Pole Immortal Platform!"
A grand and magnificent voice echoed through the sky, accompanied by celestial music playing in the background. Amidst the swirling mists of clouds, towering figures enveloped in a shimmer stood atop the clouds.
Master Daoist Zeyang remained solemn, gazing at Chen Yi who stood with hands clasped behind his back at a distance, shouting loudly:
"Little Sword Immortal, today I, representing the thousand-year heritage of Yuhua Immortal Sect, shall face you!"
"Yuhua Immortal Court, oh."
Chen Yi glanced up and let out a scornful chuckle.
This Yuhua Immortal Sect has indeed gone mad.
