Chapter 721 Gathered (2/2)

It was an old man in simple clothing. He looked old and was slightly hunched, but merely standing there made him appear akin to an ancient divine sword that was powerful enough to slay the gods.

The old man was followed by a group of figures that exuded similarly monstrous auras.

Valley master Yin Xiao, whom Zhou Yuan had met before, was also standing among them. It was the Sword Seeker Sect.

“Heaven sword sovereign....”

Sect master Qing Yang’s attention turned towards the elderly figure.

The heaven sword sovereign was the sect master of the Sword Seeker Sect and was also from the same generation as patriarch Cangxuan. His status and experience was unparalleled but was often in secluded cultivation. Nobody had expected him to show up when the Cangxuan Saint Stamp appeared.

Shortly after the appearance of Sword Seeker Sect, space began to tremble violently as waves of terrifying figures continued to emerge.

“I never expected to see the day when the Cangxuan Saint Stamp reappears.” A giant stepped out from the shuddering space. The giant’s body seemed to be inscribed with ancient patterns. When he appeared, even space itself began to crumble around him as though it was unable to bear his weight.

It was a sign of one’s external cultivation reaching an indescribable level which could be said to be truly indestructible.

His voice was louder than thunder, causing the earth to crack.

The giant seemed to notice the crumbling sky and land around him. His huge body quickly began to shrink, turning into a topless middle-aged man after a few seconds.

He had a simple and honest face, like that of a farmer, and his body was adorned with ancient patterns.

Venerable lord Gu Jing of the North Sea Dragon Subduing Hall.

And after the appearance of venerable lord Gu Jing, a rare fragrance filled the air. A gigantic lotus slowly appeared and bloomed. Inside the lotus was a beautiful barefooted woman in a colorful dress. Her beauty and elegance were unparalleled.

Palace master of the Hundred Flowers Fairy Palace, Shan Qingzi.

An endless eerie black mist gushed out near the giant lotus. Black mist rolled across the air as a shrill voice rang out, “Hehe, we haven’t seen each other in so many years, but palace master Shan is still as beautiful as before. You truly deserve your title as the number one beauty of Cangxuan Heaven.”

A black robed figure slowly rose from the black fog revealing a pale fatty. He casually caught a Spirit from the black fog, stuffed into his mouth and swallowed. His eyes flickered with an eerie green light as they scanned the palace master of the Hundred Flowers Fairy Palace.

It was the sect master of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, Devil Luo.

All six major sects of Cangxuan Heaven had appeared!

Moreover, numerous silhouettes arrived one after another some distance away. All of them exuded powerful auras and were likely top experts or lords of their own domains.

However, they could only watch from the sidelines for the time being.

It could be said that more than ninety percent of Cangxuan Heaven’s top experts had appeared in the depths of Blackwater...

Palace master Sheng Yuan’s eyes swept over the numerous gathered experts with a smile as he unhurriedly said, “Cangxuan Heaven has not been so lively since the battle between the Sacred Palace and Cang Xuan back then.

“Since everyone has come here, I’m guessing that all of you have also sensed the energy fluctuations of the Cangxuan Saint Stamp...

“Haha, since we’re all accounted for, let’s first let the Saint Stamp show itself!”

As his voice fell, his hand reached out towards the thunderbolt pool below and abruptly clenched.

Boom!

The thunderbolt pool suddenly quaked violently before ripping apart. A split second later, the concealed space somewhere within the pool was also slowly torn open.

All eyes immediately looked over.

In the next moment, the atmosphere seemed to solidify. Everyone’s faces, even palace master Sheng Yuan, froze.

Because they had seen a young figure in the mysterious space that contained the Cangxuan Saint Stamp. He raised his head in confusion, meeting their gazes.