Northern Plains.
Tushan Central Court, within the Dark Demon Palace.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes on the Six Dao Throne, his Divine Sense spreading out, surveying in all directions.
"Obeisance to the Heavenly Monarch!"
"Obeisance to our Sovereign!"
"Obeisance to the Swordsman!"
Around him, voices erupted like a tidal wave, over six hundred Immortals of Nascent Soul simultaneously knelt in homage. They came from various places, systems, and sects within the Tu Shan Central Courtyard Cultivation World.
Each one of them was the sovereign of their own land, true immortals with lifespans reaching twelve hundred years, regarded by countless low-ranking cultivators as Nascent Souls with a peculiar temper. But here, each appeared so ordinary, neat and efficient like military officers without the unique edges of a Nascent Soul Monk.
