After the Grand Elders concluded their speeches — each filled with wisdom, history, and the kind of heavy pauses that only came with age — a silence fell upon the gathering.
It was a calm, drawn breath. Almost as if the entire world itself was waiting.
And then, it happened.
A shimmering projection bloomed high in the sky, visible to all within the Yu Clan and far beyond. Suspended in the heavens was a radiant golden banner, embroidered with celestial patterns and glowing script:
[Heaven Immortal Sect]
Gasps echoed through the plaza.
"That's...!"
"It's really them—!"
"Is this the official selection?!"
But it wasn't just the Yu Clan witnessing this.
Across the realm — in every heavenly world, every upper world, every middle realm and every struggling lower world — the exact same golden projection appeared, illuminating the skies.
