The South Hong Seven Sons' Immortal Chariot was like a blazing sun hanging between heaven and earth, below which lay the treasured lands of the Seven Sects.
Many cultivators soared into the clouds, casting their gazes toward the silhouettes that appeared intermittently amidst the radiance.
The sect masters gathered together to attend a feast at the Dragon Palace.
In just half a night's time, as dawn was just breaking, they returned. It somewhat differed from the grand banquet they had envisioned. However, the subtly changing skies of the previous night and the sudden stirring of the aura between heaven and earth were proclaiming that a colossal being had fallen.
The seven sect masters bore a profound and undamaged aura; the fallen creature was probably a venerable presence from within the Dragon Palace.
But at that moment, the entire Southern Hong waters were eerily quiet.
They didn't even dare to make a noise!