The tumultuous, roaring chatter of the tens of thousands of gathered youths vanished in a single, terrifying microsecond.
An absolute, suffocating silence instantly blanketed the entire sprawling plaza outside the Imperial Academy as the colossal, mountain-sized Profound Arks of the Nine Immortal Clans and the Twelve Immortal Sects smoothly settled into their designated atmospheric moorings.
The pure, unadulterated weight of their defensive arrays and spatial stabilizers pressed down upon the capital city like an invisible ocean, forcing even the proudest noble scions to bow their heads under the crushing atmospheric pressure.
Then, one by one, with the clinical, rhythmic precision of a marching army, the core disciples and legacy successors originating from the Twelve Immortal Sects all began to descend gracefully from the lower ramps of their respective vessels.
