"Haha, Lv Bai my boy, don’t rush, don’t rush."

It seemed that someone had heard Lv Bai’s inquiry from afar.

From the distant Hidden Blade Peak, a deep laughter, like a great bell and drum at dusk, suddenly resonated, sounding like thunder.

The next second, a huge white crane, with an impressive wingspan of over ten zhang, soared into the sky from Hidden Blade Peak.

If you looked carefully, you could see a brawny middle-aged man standing on the crane’s head, his feet as solid as if cast from copper or iron, steady even against the fierce wind.

A mere ten kilometers away, the gigantic white crane, accompanied by a whirlwind, arrived in an instant.

As it descended, the wind pressure from the crane’s spread wings caused some of the disciples with weaker cultivation to stumble.

"Greetings, Elder Wang."

"Elder Wang."

The disciples of the Cyan Hope Sect below respectfully bowed to the middle-aged man, not daring to call him Wang Du Gui like the other elders.

Elder Wang appeared quite hearty, waving towards Lv Bai.

"Come on up."

Under Lv Bai’s lead, the dozen or so disciples of the Cyan Hope Sect behind him gradually made their way onto the crane’s back, sitting cross-legged.

Once everyone was confirmed to be on board, Elder Wang whistled, and the white crane, with great intelligence, spread its wings, carrying nearly twenty of them into the sky.

Watching the gigantic white crane fly further and further away, turning into a speck in the sky.

It was only when it had completely disappeared from sight that Shi Qingyu reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

She turned to look at Sang Wen, standing like a puppet, and said disinterestedly, "Let’s go, and test your aptitude."

Before the words were even out of her mouth, Sang Wen abruptly crumbled to the ground.

Yes, he crumbled to the ground.

Unlike a human, there was no blood; instead, he looked like a disassembled puppet, broken into various-sized pieces.

Witnessing this scene without any warning, Shi Qingyu’s face instantly turned pale with fright.

The gate-keeping disciples were equally baffled.

"Junior Sister Shi... did you bring back a puppet?"

...

[Ding!]

[Points +1, current ranking 1/197]

Lv Bai sat cross-legged on the crane’s back, appearing to meditate with his eyes closed.

The mechanical prompt sound echoed in his mind, not even causing him to open his eyes for a moment.

After acquiring [Restore], he had countless ways to eliminate someone without anyone noticing, dealing with a Death Fighter whose abilities he’d already read, was trivial.

This gigantic white crane apparently had some kind of wind-controlling talent.

Even though the current flying speed had reached Mach levels, those disciples sitting on the crane’s back only felt a gentle breeze on their faces at most.

Not only were they not blown away by the strong wind, but they also felt quite comfortable.

Elder Wang waved his large hand, and his voice traveled with the wind to each disciple’s ears.

"Everyone, take a good rest first, gather your energy. Once we arrive, don’t let our Cyan Hope Sect’s reputation fall."

This journey was to participate in the Initial Dao Assembly.

Simply put, the so-called Initial Dao Assembly was an event for all the sects in this area to showcase their talent reserves and heritage under the guise of a grand meeting.

The protagonists of such an assembly were naturally the disciples of each sect.

It’s important to note that in this world, there were no mundane governmental powers such as countries or dynasties.

After all, when the great powers of heaven and earth fell into their hands, allowing individuals to call the wind and summon the rain, burn mountains and boil seas, mundane authorities became a joke.

Resource distribution, law, and even marriages and funerals, everything was dictated by the Immortal Sect in that locale.

This inevitably led to conflicts among the Immortal Sects.

Once a war broke out between Immortal Sects, the result would be unimaginably catastrophic.

The lofty cultivators pursued immortality, aiming for longevity.

To avoid fighting like commoners, rules had to be established to reduce the intensity of conflicts.

Various assemblies played a part in mitigating these disagreements.

One of these was the Initial Dao Assembly.

It was mainly for disciples under thirty from various Immortal Sects to engage in magical battles.

Although the level of these battles was not high, their importance was still significant to all sides.

After all, the youth represented the future, and through the younger generation’s performance, one could somewhat predict the future of a sect.

In truth, Lv Bai had only joined the sect for a week, and the Cyan Hope Sect initially had no plans for him to attend this iteration of the Initial Dao Assembly.

Master Yuxu wanted Lv Bai to cultivate diligently for ten years before emerging to make a mark.

However, Lv Bai’s progress in cultivation was astonishingly fast, catching him off guard.

On the first day of cultivation, he reached the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment.

By the second day, he was already at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment.

On the third day, he had begun preparing for Core Formation.

Such an exaggerated pace alarmed Master Yuxu.

For other disciples, he always urged them to cultivate; for Lv Bai, this Sect Leader continually asked if they should take a break.

It was simply too fast. The advancement of his realm was easier than eating or drinking, leaving Master Yuxu worried that Lv Bai’s mindset couldn’t keep up with his cultivation and could one day lead to Qi deviation.

Helplessly, he took advantage of the Initial Dao Assembly to let Lv Bai accompany Elder Wang on a trip to calm down.

...

The venue for the Initial Dao Assembly was not fixed. If the last event was held at the mountain gate of the Cyan Hope Sect, this one would be hosted by another sect.

This time, the venue was the Purple Cloud Manor.

Half a day had passed.

Elder Wang suddenly stood up: "Everyone, we’re about to arrive at the venue."

In fact, without Elder Wang’s reminder, anyone with eyes could see the surrounding factions gathering, bustling, a true convergence of powers.

Glancing around, they saw scaled dragons shimmering cold light, roaming the skies.

Massive flying shuttles, like they were cast from molten iron, crowded with cultivators above.

An ancient, grand golden chariot rumbled forward.

Below, in front of Purple Cloud Manor’s gate, the Manor Master and the Steward stood outside to personally welcome them, showing sufficient respect.

After all, leading each of the Immortal Sects were elders and illustrious figures; offending these important individuals could easily lead to the downfall of Purple Cloud Manor, even if it was an Immortal Sect itself.

"Yun, how have you been? From your expression, your cultivation seems ever more refined, huh?"

"Not at all, I’ve been in seclusion for over ten years, and only recently emerged knowing this Initial Dao Assembly is being held at your Purple Cloud Manor, so I naturally brought my Taishi Sect disciples to join in the fun."

"Fellow Daoist Li, since we last parted at the Supreme Profound Sacred Land, seeing you’ve reached the Late Stage of Divinity Transformation makes me embarrassed."

After landing, the high-ranking members from each Immortal Sect exchanged pleasantries, creating a lively atmosphere.

On the other hand, the disciples of the various Immortal Sects began to gather, exchanging information and scouting which geniuses to keep an eye on in this iteration.

Lv Bai didn’t mingle with the crowd of Immortal Sect disciples; instead, he stood on the side, trying to identify the Death Fighters mixed among them.