Next day, morning.
Three hundred miles east of Yunyuan Immortal City.
On the vast, boundless sea surface.
Shen Xuan sat on the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse, resting with eyes closed.
Nearby, many flying ships were anchored.
Those who came to watch were all cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Realm, numbering in the hundreds.
More than a dozen Core Formation True Masters also arrived upon hearing the news.
They represented the six major sects of Song Country.
Even the True Master from Medicine God Valley shamelessly came.
A public magical combat and sword discussion by the Water Technique Golden Core True Master was a rare sight.
Such magical combat scenes were greatly beneficial to their cultivation.
Some familiar cultivators whispered quietly.
In their view, Shen Xuan, to repay the favor of teaching in the past, proactively challenged True Master Qingyu, which was understandable.
However, Shen Xuan was still young, having formed his core too recently.
