A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, beside the celestial river, a palace crafted from celestial river stones stood, grand beyond compare.
Twelve jade-carved celestial generals stood outside the palace, all puppets of True Immortal Perfection cultivation, surrounded by a subtle aura of military prowess and celestial grace.
At this moment, outside the palace doors, eight figures in green robes stood solemnly like pine trees, their long swords gleaming with cold light, blocking an elder.
"Halt! This is the residence of the Celestial River Commander's office, no entry without invitation!"
The leading cultivator in green spoke with a voice like gold and stone, sword-like brows and starry eyes, emanating a stable late-stage True Immortal's aura.
The seven behind him also had condensed auras, with the weakest being mid-stage True Immortal cultivation, the eight's positions subtly aligned with an array, though they didn't strike, they formed an invisible pressure.
