PDLP Chapter 1927 Arrival, Meeting!
Chapter 1927 Arrival, Meeting!
The ruins of the Monks' Guild headquarters, right in the center...
The palace stood majestically, radiating a profound and majestic aura.
It subtly blends with the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, yet remains a unified whole.
Like an ancient behemoth that has folded its claws and crouched on the ground, it is still and yet awe-inspiring.
But if your eyesight is sharp enough, and you look closely...
One can then discover that the shimmering surface of the palace is not a single, continuous piece.
Instead, it is covered with an extremely intricate and precise layer of fine lines that are almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
They are like the veins and blood vessels of a living thing, spreading throughout every inch of the palace walls and eaves.
Occasionally,
Within the depths of the patterns, streaks of dazzling light would suddenly flash by.
It was extremely fast, with a mysterious rhythm, and it disappeared in a flash.
Obviously.
This magnificent palace, standing alone in the heart of the ruins, is no ordinary building, but a magical artifact of extremely high quality!
Judging from the spiritual pressure it emits and the complexity of its patterns,
It is at least a high-grade magic weapon.
It might even be the best!
Not bad.
This magical artifact was something Cheng Buzheng temporarily brought out to serve as the meeting hall for a short time to come.
At this moment, on the vast, scorched earth surrounding this magnificent magical palace, a massive number of cultivators had gathered.
Yes,
It was a vast, densely packed mass, numbering at least three thousand!
These thousands of cultivators were clearly divided into dozens of camps of varying sizes.
Each faction has slightly different clothing and aura insignia, representing that they come from different branches of the cultivator association in different immortal cities.
Even the one with the lowest cultivation level among them showed signs of being at the Golden Core stage.
Moreover, this group of cultivators is the largest, accounting for two-thirds of the total.
Although both are Golden Core cultivators, their auras differ in their density, sharpness, and duration...
Clearly, each has their own strengths, and they are all elites in their respective branches.
The remaining one-third...
Without exception, their bodies subtly radiate a glow, or they have a closer connection with the primordial energy of heaven and earth.
They were all Nascent Soul Realm True Monarchs!
Most of them appeared calm, some with their eyes closed in rest, others observing the palace and its surroundings with focused attention.
They are also the backbone of each support team.
besides···
There were also about a dozen cultivators, whose auras were exceptionally obscure and profound, almost imperceptible.
They stood silently at the front or slightly away of their respective camps, like pillars of strength. Though they didn't deliberately flaunt their presence, the subtle aura of authority that emanated from their occasional glances caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.
This is precisely what surpasses the Nascent Soul stage—a Half-Saint level expert!
Association elites from all over the country and from different cities gathered together.
At this moment, although the scene was large, it was not noisy.
Some cultivators were secretly communicating with other familiar teams, quickly exchanging the information they had and what they had seen along the way;
Some secretly observed their colleagues from other immortal cities, their gazes lingering especially on those cultivators with distinct auras and renowned reputations; others, however, cautiously...
Observing the magical palace and the expressions of the several semi-saintly seniors...
However, many more cultivators chose to sit cross-legged directly on the still-warm, scorched ground, their eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought, silently waiting.
After all, long-distance transmission is quite mentally taxing.
As time went by...
New beams of light continued to fly in from the direction of the teleportation hall, landing in this white area and then silently finding a blank spot.
The total number of support teams is still increasing slowly and steadily.
however,
The magnificent palace standing in the center, like a giant beast lying in wait, had its tightly closed doors, engraved with intricate array patterns, yet there was never the slightest sign that they would open.
It seemed that the people inside were completely oblivious to the ever-growing tide of cultivators gathering outside the palace.
Waiting, especially aimless and endless waiting,
It is also the most patience-testing.
quickly,
Some cultivators, whose temperaments were somewhat restless, or who were already busy with other matters and were temporarily summoned, began to show subtle signs of anxiety on their faces, and couldn't help but mutter to themselves.
However, those who can cultivate to the Golden Core Realm and have a place in the Cultivator Association are by no means truly stupid or reckless.
Even if they felt impatient and dissatisfied, they knew this place was no ordinary place.
It is definitely not a place where you can vent your emotions at will.
Moreover, among these thousands of colleagues, there are many powerful figures, including Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
Furthermore, there are dozens of senior figures who are half-respected and have taken charge of the matter.
Therefore, although some cultivators were getting impatient, they only dared to complain in their hearts.
Or they might confide in their closest friends through extremely secretive telepathic communication.
"Brother Li, how much longer do we have to wait?"
From the moment we received the urgent order, we teleported over tens of millions of miles to arrive.
They gathered here again, and the sun was almost at its zenith.
"We've been waiting all morning!"
A young-looking Golden Core cultivator in green robes moved his lips almost imperceptibly, transmitting his voice to a composed-looking middle-aged cultivator beside him.
"Brother Wang, please calm down."
The composed middle-aged cultivator kept his eyes straight ahead, yet his voice transmission was steady and powerful.
"Judging from this situation, most of the support teams from the large and nearby immortal cities that received the order and can arrive quickly should have arrived by now."
What's missing are teams from extremely remote locations that require multiple transfers, or teams from medium-sized immortal cities.
Their journey was long, and the transfer of formations also required time.
Once all these teams have arrived and the personnel are mostly in place, the arrangements from above will naturally be issued.
He paused slightly, then continued:
"However, in my opinion, even if the meeting begins, people with our Golden Core cultivation level..."
I'm afraid... they wouldn't be qualified to attend the meeting in that palace.
Ultimately, they will most likely remain here awaiting orders.
"Brother Zhao is absolutely right."
Another fellow cultivator in the same group, who had overheard the telepathic message, quietly joined in as well.
"Although that magical palace is extraordinary and has its own internal space, it probably cannot accommodate several thousand of us gathered together."
The real decision will inevitably be made through discussions among the Guild Master, the leaders of the various Immortal Cities' Half-Venerable factions, and the core Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
"Alas, it's embarrassing to admit."
The green-robed Golden Core cultivator sighed softly.
"When I received the order from the rescue headquarters, I was filled with excitement, thinking that this would be my chance to see the Chairman's face."
They might even receive instructions…
"There are always opportunities."
The composed middle-aged cultivator offered words of comfort.
"This headquarters reconstruction involves a great deal of complex issues and is a massive undertaking."
Even with his busy schedule, the president will definitely supervise the process personally.
Even if we can't get close, it will still be quite possible to admire your esteemed presence from afar.
"That's right, that's exactly the point."
The most urgent task is to wait patiently and conserve our energy.
The edict only stated "support for reconstruction" without specifying any details.
I'm afraid... it's not as simple as just clearing the ruins and rebuilding the buildings.
We must maintain our current state to ensure everything goes smoothly.
Another monk added, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of seriousness.
"It makes sense..."
The brief, private exchange ended there.
Afterwards, the Golden Core cultivators stopped transmitting their thoughts and resumed focusing their attention on their noses and minds.
Suppress that slight restlessness.
···
Time flies!
A quarter of an hour later, a group of cultivators, still covered in dust from their long journey and exuding a chilling aura, arrived at the open space outside the palace from a distance, seemingly slow but actually fast.
With the arrival of the last support team...
At this point, all the forces summoned by the Cultivator Association had arrived.
At that very moment, a deep and resonant voice suddenly rang out from inside the palace with its doors tightly shut.
The voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to pierce through layers of palace walls, carrying the unique pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator. It was unhurried yet imposing, directly penetrating the ears of every cultivator present.
Even the soul couldn't help but tremble.
"All fellow disciples at the Half-Saint Realm, as well as the presidents of each branch and the core ministers of each department, please enter the hall immediately and come to pay your respects to me."
The mighty sound resounded throughout the land like thunder.
The lingering sound echoed for a long time.
The spiritual energy in the air instantly became turbulent, demonstrating the supreme cultivation of the person who spoke.
at the same time,
The black iron palace door, carved with ancient mythical beast patterns and weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, opened slowly inwards on its own without the slightest disturbance.
The opening and closing of the palace doors produced not a single harsh or scraping sound.
Seeing this scene,
Among the various factions that occupied the four sides of the palace and were lined up in their respective formations, one after another, cultivators with incomparably powerful auras suddenly stood up.
These cultivators are at least at the Nascent Soul stage.
Among them, there were over a hundred experts at the Half-Saint Realm.
Their bodies radiated spiritual energy, their robes fluttered without wind, their eyes were sharp as eagles, and the pressure emanating from them even slightly distorted the surrounding air.
Without the slightest hesitation, everyone stepped on their spiritual energy, and their figures instantly transformed into streaks of dazzling light, rushing towards the main gate of the palace with a whooshing sound.
call out!
Whoosh!
A series of streaks of light flashed by.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of figures stood before the once empty palace.
These people are all giants in the cultivation world.
Or the sect leader,
Or perhaps the patriarch of a prominent family,
They are all leaders of the association's branches.
Each of them would be a powerful figure in the outside world, yet at this moment they have all gathered here.
Moreover, his expression conveyed both respect and trepidation.
They dared not make the slightest noise.
Immediately,
Everyone's eyes quickly swept over each other, recognizing each other's identities, and they all nodded slightly in acknowledgment, without any further pleasantries or formalities.
Everyone was well aware that this meeting was of great importance, so they all composed themselves.
They lined up according to their cultivation level and stepped into the palace one by one, their steps steady and not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
The moment I stepped into the main hall...
Everyone was stunned by the sight before them.
The interior of the main hall was extremely magnificent and spacious, with a high-hanging dome inlaid with countless luminous pearls, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.
The ground is paved with millennia-old ice jade, exuding a slight coolness, yet it doesn't make people feel cold.
On either side of the main hall, rows of thrones carved entirely from spirit wood stood in neat rows.
The throne was carved with auspicious cloud patterns, and a faint spiritual light seemed to flow around it.
The seats were arranged from front to back, with the thrones being more exquisite and spacious the closer they were to the front of the platform, reflecting the hierarchy of status.
see,
Those top-tier semi-saint level experts didn't stand on ceremony. They exchanged glances and headed straight for the front row seats near the main throne on the high platform.
As half-saints, they are already the top combat force in the cultivation world, second only to the Nascent Soul stage, and are qualified to occupy the top positions;
Those with slightly weaker cultivation levels, such as Nascent Soul True Monarchs and department heads, naturally found their seats according to their cultivation level and rank within the association.
The entire process was orderly, and no one pushed or shoved.
Looking up again,
The thousands of thrones inside the main hall were all filled within a short time.
All the cultivators sat upright, not daring to breathe loudly. The entire hall was silent, with only the sound of their steady breathing remaining.
Only the highest throne at the very top of the main hall, in the center, was entirely gilded and inlaid with various kinds of spiritual jade. It was several feet higher than the other thrones, yet it remained completely empty.
Just as hundreds of cultivators inside the main hall held their breath and waited quietly...
No one noticed.
Without sensing the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy, a figure had already taken a seat on the long-empty gilded throne on the high platform.
The figure was dressed in a long black robe with gold trim. He was tall and straight, with a handsome and indifferent face. He did not exude any sharp or imposing aura, but he possessed an air of control and strategic mastery.
His eyes and brows revealed a composure and depth born from experience.
Yes,
Who else could this be but Cheng Buzheng, the president of the Cultivator Association?
To be precise, this was merely a dharma body that Cheng Buzheng had condensed.
Even just his Dharma body was enough to awe the entire audience, making all cultivators dare not show the slightest disrespect.
next moment,
The hundreds of cultivators inside the hall only then reacted. They were first startled, then stood up in unison, stepped forward, bowed deeply, and paid their respects.
The voices were loud and clear, conveying utmost respect:
"We pay our respects to the Guild Master!"
"Greetings, President!"
"Greetings, President!"
"···"
The sounds of worship rose and fell, perfectly synchronized, echoing repeatedly throughout the vast and magnificent palace.
The shock caused the spiritual light within the main hall to tremble slightly.
This fully demonstrates the utmost respect for the president.
After the chanting of homage subsided,
Once again, Cheng Buzheng's calm and composed voice rang out from the high throne, without the slightest ripple, yet carrying an undeniable command:
"Please take your seats."
In an instant,
An invisible yet gentle force instantly enveloped the entire area, softly supporting all the bowing cultivators.
The force was just right, neither offensive nor intrusive, and it steadily helped everyone to their feet.
This power, though seemingly gentle, filled all the cultivators present with even greater awe.
After these Nascent Soul True Monarchs and Half-Venerable experts sat down again, straightened their robes, and calmed their minds,
Seated on his throne, Cheng Buzheng's gaze slowly swept across the entire hall.
Wherever his gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads slightly, not daring to meet his eyes.
immediately,
He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet each word clear:
"I believe you have already heard about the surprise attack on headquarters through the communication jade slips."
The chaos has subsided, so I will not elaborate further on the previous events.
With this remark,
There was a sudden commotion below the main hall.
The half-venerable Yao Guang, seated at the head of the front row on the left, immediately stood up, his posture upright and his expression solemn. He bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.
His tone was full of doubt and urgency:
"President!"
Although after this incident...
"..." (End of this chapter)