Eastern Continent.
On this day, every living being across the continent clearly saw the sky suddenly turn gloomy.
Nearly a million sword immortals trod upon flying swords, soaring through the air like a long dragon that obscured the sun. The sharp Sword Qi crisscrossed everywhere, and even without explicit display, the formidable aura of a million people was something ordinary folks couldn't bear to witness, feeling their eyes sting from just a brief glance upward at the Sword Intent.
"Immortals above, we humbly welcome the Immortals!"
The common people, not knowing what was happening, assumed it was the Immortals patrolling to bless all under heaven, and they knelt to worship one after another.
Li Xiaobai was also greatly stirred. To mobilize the force of a million cultivators was indeed a mighty feat, akin to an emperor's procession, where no cultivator under heaven would dare disobey; having this kind of power was definitely advantageous.