「Three days later.」
The Red Profound Cloud Sea was a dazzling spectacle of flowing light and swirling mist, utterly fantastical.
Countless cultivators, though uninvited, had gathered atop the surrounding tall mountains and great peaks.
They gazed at the Cloud Sea in the sky from the outermost periphery, soaking in the atmosphere of Saint Ascension.
For cultivators of "relatively ordinary" aptitude like them, the Saint Ascension Conference was a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.
To miss it would be a regret they would carry for the rest of their lives.
And every time a Dao Seed Level prodigy passed by, gasps of admiration would ripple through the crowd.
ROAR—
Suddenly, a Flood Dragon roared in the sky. An incredibly sharp Sword Qi forced the crowd's faces to turn pale, their bodies trembling.
Yet some people, especially the Sword Cultivators, watched the Sword Flood Dragon in the clouds with fanatical gazes.
