The sky was at its zenith, the sun hanging high.
Chu Zheng had just stepped out of the Alchemy Hall when he saw in the distance, high above the nine heavens, nearly a hundred chariots moving majestically, shattering the thousand-mile clouds as they thundered forward.
Above the chariots flew banners with stars and electric halberds, each bearing the 'Song' character fluttering wildly in the wind, while the cultivators below were clad in uniform armor, sharp weapons in hand.
More than cultivators, they resembled a formidable army.
This was Chu Zheng's first encounter with such a well-organized army of cultivators, which inevitably left an impact on him.
Scanning these chariots, Gong Rulong's expression involuntarily shifted slightly.