### Chapter 394: The Gathering of Heroes
Cloud Zhonghe wasn’t thinking too much about things at that moment. Rather than that, what preoccupied him more was the Holy Maiden from the Southern Continent Sacred Land.
The fourth main girl!
This thought flashed through Cloud Zhonghe’s mind.
Indeed, in the original story, this Holy Maiden, who was hailed as the beacon of the Southern Continent Sacred Land, was also one of the main girls!
However, this time, his heart remained unusually calm upon the debut of the new main girl. Not a hint of excitement.
I mean, it’s kind of complicated, he thought. He no longer had any reason or desire to deliberately get close to or befriend the main girls.
As these thoughts ran through his head, he couldn’t help but focus more intently on Mu Jixue beside him, his gaze particularly intense.
Mu Jixue felt the intense heat of his gaze and couldn’t help shuddering slightly. She turned back with confusion, wondering why Cloud Zhonghe would suddenly stare at her so intensely.
But…she was rather pleased about it.
It suggested that the allure of the other Holy Maiden hadn’t caught Cloud Zhonghe’s attention; she must be more captivating, right?
The Sacred Land’s spirit boat moored steadily along the shore, and soon afterwards, another spirit boat successfully landed.
Unlike the luxurious ships of Tianjian Sect and the Southern Continent Sacred Land, this one looked relatively modest.
Its entire hull was made of an unknown pale-gray wood, blending perfectly with the grayish sky. One could easily miss it if not paying close attention.
The spirit boat made almost no noise when landing, appearing exceptionally low-key.
Let’s talk about stealth capability alone; most other boats didn’t stand a chance against this one.
“This is a spirit boat from West Continent,” someone with discerning eyes commented.
Most sword cultivators from West Continent were known for their simplicity. They valued practicality over aesthetics, often spending resources on spiritual swords without worrying about looks.
A piece of clothing only needed to cover the body and keep one warm. A dwelling should block wind and rain.
Shortly after, a group of cultivators with swords on their backs emerged from the spirit boat.
Their attire was dark and plain. Even female cultivators wore plain white robes without any embroidery or decoration.
However, the spiritual swords they carried were spectacularly diverse, dazzling enough to leave anyone speechless as though in a grand spiritual sword talent show.
Leading them was a sword cultivator elder, whose robe seemed somewhat worn, but who had a gourd of wine hanging from his waist. With every move, he exuded a sense of unrestrained freedom, like he could pull out his sword and duel with the heavens at any moment, content to drink under the stars.
As two large spirit boats stably landed, high-ranking figures of Xuantian Sect rushed over to greet distinguished guests from all directions.
The elder from West Continent glanced around while walking. Seeing several streaks of light flying toward them, his eyes lit up with interest.
“Oh, two sword gods, it’s been a while!”
He greeted Youyue Zhenren and Yin-Yang Sword God.
Youyue Zhenren, having the title of sword god, was recognized as such among those who wielded sword intent.
“Wine Sword God, you’re leading this time,” Yin-Yang Sword God said with a dismissive tone.
With a hearty laugh, Wine Sword God dismissed Yin-Yang Sword God’s attitude, then cheerfully drew closer to both, sharing his woes.
“You have no idea how lucky we are to have left early. If we hadn’t, the temporal storms we faced crossing the boundaries would have made us incredibly unfortunate!”
Everyone looked up at their spirit boat, indeed noticing some damage marks. Earlier, from afar, it wasn’t clear, but up close, it was evident that the boat had weathered many storms.
Clearly, their journey had been challenging.
“Hmm, something’s off,” Yin-Yang Sword God muttered, a touch of confusion in his eyes. “The natural restrictions between continents shouldn’t be this strong. Recently, our elders even calculated that the flow of heaven’s will was stable.”
Wine Sword God shrugged, looking innocent and puzzled. “Who knows? Unless something broke through our domain and affected the continent boundaries, or perhaps there was a recent change in heaven’s laws causing the disruptions, oh my, am I talking too much?”
Realizing he might have said something unsuitable, Wine Sword God quickly covered his mouth.
Silently, Yin-Yang Sword God and You-yue Zhenren looked at him. The man was being just as unpredictable as ever.
Recent chaos in the workings of heaven’s law had everyone at Immortal Alliance on alert.
Some topics were sensitive, so one had to watch what they said.
Wine Sword God definitely killed the conversation.
On the side, Master Qin brought a crowd to welcome representatives from the Southern Continental Sacred Land.
Among the crowd, Qin instantly noticed the renowned Holy Maiden, smiling warmly, “Holy Maiden, long time no see. How are you doing?”
She bowed lightly, responding with a chilly yet gentle voice, “Master Qin, I’m well. It’s an honor to be invited here.”
Qin Wushuang immediately had people isolate the overzealous fans, ensuring the distinguished guests were properly taken care of.
West Continent representatives had already arrived, followed by South Continent. North Continent and Central Continent representatives were yet to arrive.
“Isn’t that True Master Linghua there? You’ve come out to greet others? I thought you were still hiding in your cave.”
Just as everyone was eagerly waiting for the arrival, a haughty female voice rang out.
A stunningly beautiful woman in gorgeous attire flew over from afar, with snow-white wings sprouting from her back!
Yep, she flew, without riding a spirit boat.
Quickly, similar figures with wings began soaring in from all directions toward Xuantian Sect.
They were from North Continent’s Winged Race!
“There go those creatures from Kunlun Demon Realm!” someone in the crowd exclaimed, full of wonder.
“They look nothing like I imagined. I thought they’d have bird-like faces or beaks.”
In truth, apart from their wings, they resembled humans entirely—clear features, upright posture, silver armor adding to their impressive appearance, and an almost divine aura.
Like gods descending from above.
The leading beauty wore a flowing robe from Jewelry Pavilion, her makeup flawlessly done with hair neatly combed and shoes spotless.
Even unblemished, she emitted an air of nobility and elegance. No one would guess she was a powerful Transformation Stage cultivator, appearing only around seventeen with smooth skin and graceful eyes.
Unlike True Master Youyue, who preserved her youth through cultivation, not age-defying beauty products.
The Winged Cultivator, ignoring countless Xuantian Sect powerhouses, deliberately locked eyes with True Master Youyue—a sign of familiarity.
Youyue appeared cold, merely glancing at her, silent.
The white-winged woman grew angry.
This person was still arrogant after all these years! How irritating!
With an inner frown, she glared at You-yue Zhenren, hoping to vent her frustration through her cold glare.
She tried to keep speaking but was interrupted by Wine Sword God.
“Well, it’s True Master Linghua, you look vibrant as always!” Wine Sword God laughed heartily.
Although he knew Wine Sword God was just mediating, no one disliked being complimented.
Linghua snorted.
Ignoring her, Wine Sword God offered a lifeline.
Linghua took it, saying pridefully, much like Mu Jixue, “Of course, unlike certain people, I wouldn’t neglect my appearance! Always bare-faced, never caring about fashion!”
She still couldn’t resist subtly snarking at True Master Youyue.
Youyue ignored her, treating her presence as if it were just a breeze that ruffled none of her leaves.
True to form, a simple, unaffected woman, rarely dressed up, yet her natural charm was undeniable.
Two male cultivators, Yin-Yang Sword God and Wine Sword God, watched the silent confrontation between the women with amusement, unsure what to say.
When women fight, men ought to stay out of it to avoid getting burned.
“Here comes another group!”
A massive spirit boat approached, looking majestic as it cut through clouds like a colossal beast.
Rising high, they saw a vast expanse of white clouds above. Perched atop the clouds was a super-huge palace.
Everyone was stunned, some even shedding tears remembering their own meager travel tools like gourds.
Why does the disparity in wealth in the Cultivation Realm have to be so huge? How can some people travel with palaces!
Not surprisingly, everyone familiar with Central Continent’s practices were unfazed by this sight.
It was obvious it was Xia’s handiwork, likely Xia Linglong’s relatives.
This palace was at least ten times larger than Xia’s own!
Inside, pavilions, towers, pagodas, mountains, waterfalls—it had it all.
Is this really the wealthiest family in the Cultivation Realm? Indeed lavish!
To craft such a massive, uniquely shaped flying tool requires mastery beyond the ordinary, making its creator a master among masters, perhaps even a grandmaster.
Estimates suggested this palace was at least top-tier treasure, possibly even a divine artifact!
Under everyone’s gaze, the magnificent structure slowly descended.
It appeared as if a palace had spontaneously formed.
Finally, the massive doors opened, revealing cultivators from Central Continent stepping out.
Each wore luxuriously embroidered garments adorned with shimmering gold threads, exuding an air of opulence—every piece brimming with hidden power!
“Oh my, they’re wearing magical robes!” someone gasped, envious.
Everyone started studying these cultivators intently.
Even the simplest Foundation Establishment cultivators wore genuine magical robes, emanating a mysterious aura under the sunlight, clearly made of extraordinary material.
Central Continent cultivators inherently had a defensive edge over others from different continents.
After all, magical robes weren’t a luxury available to just anyone.
Unaffiliated cultivators visiting Xuantian Sect were tempted, inquiring endlessly about the existence of sects accepting disciples from Central Continent and what conditions were required.
If not accepted as regular disciples, even miscellaneous disciples would do.
They weren’t materialistic. They simply desired to train in places rich in spiritual energy.
