"Thank you, Master Zhao, for bestowing the Way!"
Southern seas of the Star Sea.
Qianti Immortal Mountain.
Numerous cultivators, ranging from Qi Refining to Golden Core.
All were paying their respects to the elderly figure seated on the high platform.
It was the ceremony of granting the Way, nearly the highest specification within the Cultivation Ceremony.
There was no trace of True Essence about the old man.
A faint twilight lingered in his eyes.
Yet his gaze was like a deep bog of eternity, forever tranquil.
The old man raised his hand.
Everyone stood up and bowed to the old man.
The old man sighed, merely walking away.
"I fear he is the thirteenth Preaching Envoy of the Human Race."
"Also the least powerful, the only human Preaching Envoy."
Someone lamented.
In the history of the Star Sea, many were like Zhao Fu.
They pioneered alone on unknown paths, researching new techniques.
The techniques spread throughout the Star Sea.
