March's breeze bathes the mountains, where clouds gather in solitude.
As the Thousand Feather Tower Ship entered the Nine Rivers Realm, Immortal Monarch Chongmin had just completed one Grand Circulation. Sensing the aura of the Thousand Feather Tower Ship, he casually glanced over.
Rumble!
Thunder erupted in the clear sky of the Nine Rivers Realm, and the weather suddenly changed.
Immortal Monarch Chongmin hurriedly suppressed the shock in his heart as the wind and thunder gradually dissipated.
As an almost desireless Mahayana Immortal Monarch, it had been many years since he had been so 'startled'.
The people on that half sky-high ship at the moment were not on the same level as he had been told.
The 'ship' he referred to was at most five hundred people, and Jiang Yuebai could add another hundred or two.
How did that ship, reinforced with lock chains and arrays, almost falling apart, manage to carry nearly five thousand people to the Nine Rivers Realm?
