Published: February 25, 2025
"Who it is, I won't tell you." Murong Shishi said, "Alright, you can go now. Give me three days. In three days, I will leave with you."
"Old Servant takes his leave." As the Elder in Black Robes finished speaking, he vanished into thin air…
Deep longing was reflected in her beautiful eyes. “I didn’t expect he would become the young sovereign. It seems it’s time to reveal my identity to him.”
With that, Tang Xinying turned into a streak of black light, darting through the night sky towards Huangfu Ancient Mountain…
As night gradually faded, Spirit Vessels filled with Outer Sect Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, Immortal Sect Disciples, and Holy Gate Disciples sailed from all directions across the Sea of Clouds, heading towards the peak of Huangfu Ancient Mountain that pierced dozens of layers of clouds…
The sun rose in the east, and the hour was approaching.
A total of 135 Spirit Vessels of various sizes lined up majestically in the void in front of Huangfu Ancient Mountain.
More than seven million disciples, elders, and chiefs from Outer Sect, Inner Sect, Immortal Sect, and Holy Gate had all arrived.
“Boom—”
At that moment, the tightly shut doors of Huangfu Holy Temple slowly opened. A beam of white light shot out, soaring into the sky, transforming into a towering Heavenly Palace that stood a hundred zhang high, pure and snow-white.
“Buzz—”
The void trembled, and amidst the rolling clouds, the Heavenly Palace expanded rapidly, soon reaching a height of a thousand zhang.
The stairs leading to the Heavenly Palace numbered 9,999, and below the stairs was a plaza as white as feathers. The plaza rapidly extended from the clouds, and in the blink of an eye, the grand Heavenly Palace Square reached an area of a hundred miles!
At this moment, within Huangfu Holy Temple, Dantai Xuanzhong's unmistakable voice rang out, “Everyone, please enter!”
Immediately, the 135 Spirit Vessels steadily descended onto the square, and those maneuvering the Spirit Vessels stored them in their Qiankun Rings.
As the chiefs of various lineages prepared to lead their high-ranking members and disciples to stand in their respective areas within the square, Dantai Xuanzhong's unmistakable voice echoed again:
“Whether from the Inner Sect, Immortal Sect, or the ten lineages of the Holy Gate, there is no need to stand in formation. Everyone can disperse freely.”
Hearing this, the more than seven million disciples gradually spaced themselves apart by about a foot, spreading throughout the entire square.
From the perspective of the sky, a dark mass was visible, the scale was unprecedented, and it was quite a spectacle!
At the forefront of the more than seven million disciples were thousands of stewards from the Outer Sect, Inner Sect, Immortal Sect, and Holy Gate.
Before the stewards stood over a thousand elders.
In front of the elders were Shen Subing, Feng Qingcheng, Zhu Daosheng, Xie Juechen, Duan Cangqiong, Wei Yan, Dongfang Shangzhi, Si Ma Yu, and Su Liunian, the nine great chiefs of the Holy Gate standing side by side.
To the right of the nine great chiefs sat Gongsun Yangchun, the chief of the Holy Gate Danmai, who remained indifferent and expressionless in his dragon chair.
Despite his calm exterior, he was seething with rage inside! In the past three days, every time he thought of Tan Yun causing him to sever his own legs, he dreamed of killing Tan Yun!
“Tan Yun, you little bastard, don’t celebrate too early. Once your enthronement ceremony is over, I, the chief, will have the Golden Clan’s death attendants catch you and tear you apart!”
Duan Cangqiong's inner voice roared.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—”
As the hour arrived, ten figures descended from the vast Sea of Clouds, transforming into ten elders who landed before the ten great chiefs of the Holy Gate.
The first was the Great Ancestral Patriarch of the Danmai: Jin Xianghai. He was also the Grand Elder of the Golden Clan!
The second was the Great Ancestral Patriarch of the Artifact Lineage: Zhongli Bo. This man was the chief steward of the Zhongli Family!