Jiangyin Prefecture, Daoist School Street.
Sixty-three Great Daoist Schools, sixty-three Qi Cultivation Grandmasters. Each sat in their own courtyard with their disciples behind them, sleeves hanging low as they swelled with True Qi.
Every one of them had their eyes fixed...
...on the young man at the head of Daoist School Street, who stood alone, his robes fluttering as he stepped onto the long road.
A palpable Martial Dao Will, like a toppling mountain, bore down from all sides, seeking to halt his advance.
An ordinary person would have found it difficult to even breathe.
But...
Ji Xiu paused outside the Wind and Cloud Daoist School. He faced the tsunami of True Qi rushing toward him and stopped for only a moment.
Then, under the gazes of so many Grandmasters, he walked step by step toward the Great Daoist School at the end of the street, which sat enthroned like the moon surrounded by stars.
