Published: February 25, 2025
The Holy Spirit Dojo occupied an area of over a hundred miles, featuring ten Holy Spirit Platforms within its bounds.
At the back of the high platform stood a giant stone tablet, three hundred zhang tall: the Immortal Ranking!
To the right of the Immortal Ranking, there was a pavilion, with upper and lower seating areas.
The upper seating was reserved for the sovereign and high-ranking officials, while the lower seating was for the disciples of the Immortal Sect.
The atmosphere was tense and filled with anticipation as the disciples gathered, all eager to witness the grand competition that was about to unfold.
Excitement buzzed in the air, and conversations filled the pavilion as everyone discussed their expectations for the upcoming event.
It was a critical moment for the disciples, especially for those who had aspirations to rise in ranks and gain recognition.
The stakes were high, and the competition fierce; every participant knew that their performance could determine their future prospects within the sect.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the dojo, the sound of a gong echoed through the area, signaling the start of the event.
The crowd quieted, and all eyes turned to the pavilion, waiting for the sovereign to make a speech and officially commence the competition.
In that moment, hope and determination filled the hearts of the disciples, each one ready to showcase their skills and prove their worth.
The lower seats had ten rows, prepared for the chiefs and elders of the ten lineages.
The seating was filled with exquisite delicacies and fine wines, quite lavishly adorned.
Within the next half hour, the ten chiefs, accompanied by the elders and disciples of their respective lineages, successively maneuvered their Spirit Vessels and landed in the Holy Spirit Dojo.
At this moment, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to Shen Subing and Shen Suzhen. They wondered if the two women were twins?
After a brief moment of confusion, the majority of the nine lineages stared at Shen Subing and the others from the Meritorious Lineage with hostile eyes!
Tan Yun, who stood behind Shen Subing, felt waves of killing intent locked onto him.
"Whoosh!"
At this time, Dantai Xuanzhong dove down from the Sea of Clouds, soaring into the upper seat of the pavilion.
"Subordinate pays respects to the sovereign!"
Shen Subing and the other ten chiefs of the Immortal Sect knelt together.
"Our disciples pay respects to the sovereign!" Over two hundred thousand disciples from the ten lineages of the Immortal Sect knelt down, bowing their heads, their voices echoing through the clouds.
Dantai Xuanzhong gestured for everyone to rise and said, "Chairs for the chiefs and elders, please take your seats."
"Yes, sovereign!" Shen Subing, Tang Xinying, and the other chiefs, along with over two hundred elders from the ten lineages, flew up and settled into their seats. Only Shen Qingqiu, at the ninth level of the refining soul realm, jumped up.
Apart from the Meritorious Lineage, which only had Shen Suzhen and Shen Qingqiu as elders, every other lineage had at least a dozen elders.
Except for Tang Xinying, the other eight chiefs and numerous elders looked at Shen Subing, Shen Suzhen, and Shen Qingqiu with disdain in their eyes.
In their view, although the Meritorious Lineage was the tenth lineage, both the chief and disciples were likely too weak!
At this moment, Dantai Xuanzhong's gaze landed on Shen Suzhen, and he smiled, "Meritorious Chief, may I ask who this is?"
Shen Subing stood up and respectfully replied to Dantai Xuanzhong, "Reporting to the sovereign, this is Shen Suzhen, my elder sister, and she is currently the Supreme Elder of the Meritorious Lineage."
"Ah, I see." Dantai Xuanzhong looked at the Shen sisters, his eyes revealing a doting expression.
Many years ago, he had been as close as brothers with Shen Tianci, and now, viewing the two sisters, he considered them as his own.
"Subordinate has met the sovereign." Shen Suzhen rose gracefully, neither servile nor arrogant.