Chapter 6117

At the front of the column rode a dozen elders, clad in flowing silver robes.

Their auras pooled like bottomless chasms; blank faces and the faint, oppressive pressure they radiated made hearts stutter. Any one of these men could stamp a foot and shake a corner of Cloudhaven City. The weakest among them already stood at High Immortal Realm Level Eight—a force any noble house would count as formidable.

Leading the formation, three elders radiated an even fiercer presence—Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine, a single step shy of True Immortal Realm. Their robes, woven from rare shimmering cloth, bore on each chest the towering image of a Sacred Mountain thrusting into the clouds.

That emblem belonged to the Celestial Palace. Within this immortal domain, the name carried supreme authority, absolute rule, and a might no one provoked lightly. Every sect and family that heard it instinctively showed respect and dared not slacken.

Now, the Celestial Palace force was driving straight for Cloudhaven City.

At the gate, Dominic of House Wagner had been waiting. Brocade garments hugged his tall frame; the handsome lines of his face couldn’t hide the sharp impatience clinging to him like a shadow. He stood to one side of the gate, eyes fixed on the rising dust, hands clasped behind his back, fingertips betraying a faint tremor.

The moment he spotted the silver robes and Sacred Mountain crest, his eyes gleamed. A reverent smile jumped to his face, and he strode forward at speed.