The black clouds receded like a tide as a torrent of golden light, like sharp swords, split open the sky, dyeing the remaining clouds with brilliant gold trim.
Shang Miaoyan descended gracefully upon flowing clouds. Her dress, scarlet as the petals of a Honglian, fluttered in the wind, making her look like a Divine Maiden descending from the heavens.
The disciples present gazed at this holy yet bewitching Saintess, all holding their breath, completely captivated by her powerful and noble aura.
"Holy Daughter, congratulations on your Cultivation advancing a step further. In the entire several-thousand-year history of our Sacred Land, among all the generations of Saintesses, your cultivation speed is unmatched."
An Elder approached on a cloud to offer congratulations.
But Shang Miaoyan ignored her. Instead, her eyes lowered, and her gaze swept coldly over the countless disciples and Sect Elders on the ground who had come to welcome her.
