The elders of the Four Commands Sword Sect shared knowing smiles. Having even a nominal disciple of Greater Sancte Green Lotus in their clan was a blessing. Without Lu Siyu, how could they have had the face to invite Ming Zhuo?0

Ming Zhuo was not merely an Immortal’s disciple; he was also the strongest expert of the Fourth Odyssey. He was one of the people with the potential to become an Odyssey Commander.0

If an invasion was launched, Ming Zhuo not only had the potential to become the Fourth Odyssey’s commander, but given his power and status, he also had an extremely high chance of success. Being an Odyssey Commander was no ordinary honor.0

While they were not Lesser Sancte, during wartime, the Odyssey Commanders stood equal to the Lesser Sancti. Apart from the Greater Sancti, no one could give an order to an Odyssey Commander. Wherever their sword pointed, nothing would survive. Mountains of corpses would be left in their wake. It was one of the greatest honors in the megaverse.1

During times of war, not even the most powerful groups that were part of the Temporal Heavens would dare to openly defy an Odyssey Commander.0

“Senior Brother, why are you here?” Lu Siyu asked curiously. She had not been informed that her sect had invited Ming Zhuo.0

The man responded with a mysterious smile. “You’ll understand in a moment. Off you go, now. The competition to determine the Sword Master...0