Congregation Of Realms
In a certain location, there was a huge grand palace.
It was over eighteen floors tall.
The scene was extraordinary as the palace was like a huge sword stabbed into the ground, but what's more interesting was that there was an endless sea of cultivators, their robes of varying colors and designs possessing a plethora of power and ambition, filled the expansive courtyard of the grand palace and beyond.
They had gathered here for only one reason—to catch a glimpse of a supreme cultivator who is said to stand at the apex.
No one knew for sure if such a thing was true or not, yet the air was thick with anticipation.
"Heavens… is that person really coming here to our Abandoned Immortal Lower Realm?"
"It should be true. Can't you see the congregation of powerful Immortal Emperors and Sovereigns alike?"