A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 708: Grand Celebration P2

Chapter 708: Grand Celebration P2

As the sun moved higher, more guests arrived.

Powerful Experts walked through the streets.

Elders from famous sects spoke with polite smiles. Independent cultivators watched everything with wide eyes.

Even the demonic cultivators from Wild Devil Lands had come and were on their best behaviours.

And since Emerald Cove was basically like another neutral state Haan Di, the Spirit cultivators from the righteous faction could do nothing but grit their teeth as they watched the so-called savages from the demonic regions make their appearances.

High above the island, apart from the 3rd Order Devil’s Den that had been put dormant, smaller protective arrays hummed softly, steady and calm. They did not feel threatening, but their presence was clear. This much security was necessary to keep the righteous and demonic factions from acting against each other and had nothing to do with unforeseen external threats.

Serenity Peak was more crowded than it had ever been.

The wide stone paths that led up the mountain were filled with people. Spirit beasts pulled decorated carts. Flying ships hovered in the air before landing at marked platforms.

Guards from Emerald Cove stood at every turn, guiding guests and keeping order. Their movements were sharp and calm, showing strict training.

At the very top of Serenity Peak stood Aksai’s palace. The building was large and grand, yet it did not feel flashy. Tall pillars carved from pale jade stone supported the roof.

Spirit lamps floated in the air, giving off a soft green glow. The entire place felt calm, steady, and heavy with pressure.

Inside the palace was a grand hall.

The hall was vast enough to let more than three thousand people sit comfortably. Rows of seats spread out like waves, rising step by step. Each seat was marked clearly. No one dared to sit in the wrong place. Rank, power, and ties to Emerald Cove decided everything here.

The front rows were reserved for the most important figures. Behind them sat those of slightly lower status, and so on. Even the distance between rows showed clear difference in position.

Many powerful Spirit cultivators were present. Their auras were restrained, but the pressure they gave off could still be felt. Quiet talks filled the hall, but no one spoke loudly.

The royal powers of the five kingdoms of the Dadangar Subcontinent were also present.

Although these kingdoms only ruled mortals and acted as proxies for the Big Five Sects, they still carried weight. Over the past few decades, Spirit cultivators from the Big Five Sects had openly entered the royal courts. This showed just how deep the control and connection between them had become.

The first royal figures to draw attention were the two princes of the Rokur Kingdom.

They wore long robes with dragon patterns stitched in gold thread. Their expressions were calm, but their eyes moved often as they observed their surroundings. The Rokur Kingdom was under the unwritten control of the Purple River Sect, one of the Big Five Sects.

This was the same kingdom that ruled Wuyum County.

Some people in the hall remembered this clearly. That was where Aksai once lived when he was still a low-level Spirit cultivator. Back then, he had been nothing more than a rental Spirit Farmer. Thinking about that past and comparing it to today made many people feel uneasy.

The two princes were arranged to sit in the fifth row.

For a mortal kingdom, this was already giving them face. Some of the guests glanced at them with mixed thoughts. Respect, caution, and a hint of envy were all present.

Behind them, in the sixth row, sat the royal powers of the remaining four kingdoms.

The Isla Kingdom, which was under the control of the Sun Ocean Society, had sent an elder prince and a Spirit adviser.

The Ouz Kingdom, silently governed by the Green Glory Palace, had a calm-looking king with two Spirit guards behind him.

The Kaan Kingdom, lorded over by the Eastern Limiya Gate, sent a queen regent along with a young cultivator from the sect.

Lastly, the Yidia Kingdom, leashed by the Western Limiya Gate, sent a sharp-eyed prince who remained silent from start to end.

The grand hall was abuzz with various discussions when suddenly….

A quiet ripple spread through the grand hall and a quiet pressure started to descend on everyone present.

Those with sharp senses felt it first. Several Experts straightened their backs. Soft talks died down on their own. Everyone understood what this change meant.

The Core Formation Lords were arriving.

At the front of the hall, the seats meant for them had been empty until now. They were placed slightly higher than the rest, facing the entire hall. No one dared to look relaxed anymore.

The first figure appeared at the entrance of the hall without any grand show.

It was the Haan Di Lord.

He looked very old. His hair was thin and white, and his skin was dry like old tree bark. His steps were slow, yet steady. At first glance, he did not seem special. But those with keen eyes noticed something else. His Spirit essence was weak and quiet, like a flame close to going out.

Many people lowered their gazes at once. They could tell that the Haan Di Lord was close to the end of his lifespan.

Still, no one dared to show disrespect. A Core Formation Lord was a Core Formation Lord. Even a dying lion was not something a rabbit could mock.

The Haan Di Lord took his seat in the front row and closed his eyes lightly, as if resting.

Soon after, a stronger wave of pressure filled the hall. This time, it came with clear authority.

Payum Purplespring arrived. He was also known as the Purple River Lord.

He walked in with a calm smile on his face. His robes were deep purple, and a faint river-like glow flowed around him. Behind him followed three old men. Their auras were stable and deep.

They were the three grand elders of the Purple River Sect. All three were in the Foundation Establishment Perfection realm.

As the sect master of the Purple River Sect, Payum Purplespring did not hide his presence. Many people felt their hearts tighten just by sensing him.

He nodded lightly toward the hall and took his seat beside the Haan Di Lord. The three grand elders sat behind him in an orderly manner.

Not long after, heat filled the air. A warm yet sharp pressure spread like sunlight.

Sol Solaris arrived. He was also known as the Sun Ocean Lord.

His presence felt bright and strong. His robes were golden, and his eyes carried confidence. He laughed softly as he entered, as if this was a casual gathering instead of a grand event.

Several Foundation Establishment Experts felt their breathing turn rough. Sol Solaris sat down with ease, his posture relaxed but firm. He started talking heartily with the Purple River Lord as soon as he sat. He even wanted to talk with the Haan Di Lord but the latter didn’t entertain him much, which the Sun Ocean Lord didn’t mind and focused his attention back on the Purple River Lord.

Then came a calmer, heavier pressure. Liyen Lowanfield stepped into the hall. The Green Glory Lord.

As the sect master of the Green Glory Palace, he carried himself with dignity. His robes were green and simple. His expression was cold, but not sharp. The Spirit essence around him felt thick and solid, like a mountain.

He did not speak. He simply walked to his seat and sat down. His grand elders followed closely behind him, all of them Foundation Establishment Perfection Experts.

Soon after, a gentle yet cutting presence appeared. She was Dahlia Whitejade who was known as the WesternLimiya Lord.

Her steps were light, and her white robes seemed to glow softly under the Spirit lamps. Her face was calm, and her eyes were clear. Behind her came the grand elders of the White Limiya Gate, all walking in perfect order.

Some people stole glances at her.

Everyone present was a well-established figure of the subcontinent. As such, they knew how powerful the Western Limiya Lord was. Everyone also knew she had a long-standing rivalry with a certain someone.

As if answering that thought, the last arrival made the air tense.

Dahlia’s rival, Rose Redjade, made her appearance at this point. She was the Red Limiya Lord.

Rose was the sect master of the Western Limiya Gate and also a late-stage Lord like Dahlia. However, it seemed that she had made some progress in her cultivation. This made Dahlia frown as soon as she saw her. And Dahlia’s frown put a smile on Rose’s youthful face as she stared back at her rival with an open challenge in her gaze.

Rose’s robes were red like fresh blood, and her gaze was sharp. The pressure she released felt fierce and direct. The grand elders behind her followed closely, their expressions serious.

For a brief moment, the hall felt like it was split in two. Dahlia Whitejade and Rose Redjade glanced at each other. No words were exchanged, yet everyone could feel the hidden clash.

After Rose Redjade took her seat, all the front-row seats were practically filled.

There were still three empty seats in the first row, but they were assumed to remain unoccupied. These seats were reserved as a formality for the three Lords from the demonic faction.

Of course, the Lords from the demonic faction could not come for obvious reasons. The Blackblood Lord had died, and the Frostbound Lord had abandoned his sect and left somewhere with his daughter.

Lastly, the Mroot Yaksha Lord had isolated himself. There were rumors that he was already dead.

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