The skies darkened, not with storm clouds but with the silhouettes of massive flying swords, ships gliding majestically through the heavens.
Onboard each ship and sword stood disciples and elders, their postures straight and proud. The disciples wore the colours of their respective sects, flowing robes adorned with intricate patterns. The elders, their presence imposing and regal, stood at the forefront, exuding the calm yet overwhelming power of seasoned cultivators.
The vessels sailed gracefully through the clouds, trailing shimmering paths of light in their wake. Each sect's vessel was unique, amidst the grandeur of the flying ships, Infinity Sword Sect's flying sword was also present. On it stood the Sect Master near the front of the formation, standing confidently with his hands behind his back. Left and right stood the elders of the sect with the sect's disciples behind.