Chapter 598: The Unspeaking Bell (I)
The number of figures on the mountain increased steadily. Besides a few familiar faces and recognizable Daoist robes, there were many in unfamiliar attire—likely cultivators from Wu State or the northern regions—each standing silently amidst the clouds.
After a few moments, a figure finally stepped forward from the crowd. He appeared young, dressed in white robes embroidered with faint gold patterns at the cuffs, and carried no visible weapons. With a calm demeanor, he cupped his fist and surveyed the gathered crowd before speaking softly, "Standing idly gains us nothing. Whatever we aim to contend for, the first step is to break this formation. I am Nian Yi of the Yue Cultivating Sect. If there are no objections, let us of the upper sects organize and open the formation."
His mastery of flight techniques was evident. Despite the tumultuous presence of Heavy Abyssal Gale in the sky, he remained suspended mid-air, though unable to move freely. This subtle display of control over the wind immediately set him apart.
The reputation of the Yue Cultivation Sect preceded him, standing high among the immortal sects. His words carried weight, and none dared openly challenge him. Most exchanged glances or gazed downward, remaining silent.
Moments later, a middle-aged man descended from the clouds. He wore simple attire, with a long blade strapped to his back. Standing with arms crossed, he said plainly, "Zhang Yun of the Golden Feather Sect."
His aura was serene, unshakable like a still lake, yet it caused the crowd to steal nervous glances. Even Nian Yi was visibly surprised. He quickly bowed with a cupped fist and said, "I did not expect the senior himself to arrive. Forgive me for my impoliteness."
Zhang Yun waved dismissively. Below, two figures rose from the clouds—the black-and-gold robed man and Yu Muxian—coming to stand nearby. A deep voice announced, "Azure Pond Sect, Yuanwu Peak. Tang Shedu and Yu Muxian."
The participation of Yue State's three great sects was now apparent. However, no overseas cultivators made a move. Then, a man in green-gray robes with a jade crown and handsome features ascended into the air and stood amidst the clouds, "Qing Zhuo of Mount Changhuai, Wu State."
Nian Yi and Zhang Yun showed no surprise at his arrival, as though it was expected. Qing Zhuo, however, swept his gaze over the crowd below before speaking in a gentle yet commanding tone, "The Dao lineage of the Green Pine Temple spreads across Wu and Yue. It is only right for us to claim the treasures of this hall. As for the Jiangbei and overseas cultivators, I suggest you disperse to the outer clouds—perhaps fortune will smile upon you there."