In a certain place within the endless starry sky, a gigantic and peerless planet floats.
Its stability in Tao and richness in spiritual energy is in no way inferior to those sacred sects deep within the void, even comparable to the ancient great sects.
Nonetheless, the cultivators passing by dare not approach in the slightest, instead bypassing with faces full of awe.
Because this planet is where Qian Tian Academy, having a foothold even among the powerful within the multiverse, is located.
Faced with such a colossal entity, ordinary cultivators naturally dare not show any disrespect.
At this moment.
At the peak of a mountain that rises into the starry sky, the Court Leader of Qian Tian Academy, Shang Liang, sits on the Nine Dragons Throne, holding a jade slip, scrutinizing its contents.
Within the great hall silence prevails.
For a long time, Shang Liang finally puts down the jade slip, a hint of doubt appearing on his face.