“What?” Tianming raised his head to look at the starry sky. He sensed a link with the Imperial Will in his sea of consciousness. It felt like he was being worshipped.

“Xiaoxiao, is this how the ancestors’ Astral Will greets newcomers? Isn’t that a little too enthusiastic?” Tianming asked.

“No.” Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her head. There was a trace of helplessness in her eyes.

“What’s the situation now?” Tianming looked at the stars trembling in the sky. It was as if the Archaion Sect’s ancestors were still alive, and they were all looking at him.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen something like this before,” said Lin Xiaoxiao.

Tianming stopped asking more questions.

“The Astral Will descended by itself?”

“Yeah.” Tianming looked at the stars descending from the sky and gathering in his direction. He could sense that it was the Grand-Orient Sword in his sea of consciousness drawing the stars over.

Looking at the hundreds of Astral Wills coming over to Tianming, Lin Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded. She said, “It was already good if anyone could draw one Astral Will over within half...