"Brother Mo knows Brother Ji?"
Upon hearing Mo Wangchen’s words, a look of curiosity appeared on the faces of Purple Extre Saint and the others.
"Your surna is also Ji?"
Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes, a peculiar glint flashing within them.
"My na is Ji Feng, I co from the Southern Desolate."
The young man spoke, a slight frown on his brow, for so unknown reason, an inexplicable feeling suddenly surged within his mind.
In front of him, Mo Wangchen evoked a sense of deja vu within him as well.
"This is Ji Feng, the Qiantian Saint."
Saintess Yunxi whispered in Mo Wangchen’s ear, indicating that this should be Mo Wangchen’s first ti seeing Ji Feng, how could he possibly know him?
"You’re the Qiantian Saint?"
A slight surprise appeared on Mo Wangchen’s face, he naturally knew that to be sitting here, Ji Feng’s identity wouldn’t be simple, but he didn’t expect he would be the Saint from Qiantian Sacred Land of the Southern Desolate.
"Has Brother Mo ever been to the Southern Desolate?" Qiantian Saint couldn’t help but ask, because for so reason, that familiar feeling in his mind grew stronger.
Could it be true that he’s t Mo Wangchen, this rising star of the Eastern Desolate, sowhere before?
Mo Wangchen shook his head, then said, "You look very much like a friend of mine, he too carries the Ji surna, I’ve searched for him for many years."
Subconsciously, he was told that the Ji Feng before him was likely one of his disciples, the Heavenly Sea Saint, Ji Lin.
However, Mo Wangchen couldn’t understand why, as a person of the Three Pure Realm, Ji Lin would reincarnate into the Bodhi Realm after transmigration.
"Then Brother Mo might have mistaken, you haven’t been to the Southern Desolate, and it’s also my first ti in the Eastern Desolate, the two of us have never t before, it’s possible that your friend is a mber of my Ji Family."
Though Ji Feng is the Qiantian Saint, before joining Qiantian Sacred Land, he stayed in his family to cultivate, and the Ji Family of the Southern Desolate is also an ancient family, so perhaps the friend Mo Wangchen ntioned is soone from the Ji Family.
Moreover, soone from the direct lineage, hence the likeness in appearance.
Though this explains why Mo Wangchen finds him familiar, why does he himself find Mo Wangchen familiar?
Ji Feng was perplexed.
Before his arrival in the Eastern Desolate, he had heard Mo Wangchen’s na ntioned, the rising star of the Eastern Desolate, the top powerhouse beneath the Saint, such a prodigy naturally caught Ji Feng’s attention.
But today was his first eting with Mo Wangchen, where is this feeling of familiarity coming from?
"Perhaps."
Upon hearing Ji Feng’s words, Mo Wangchen rely smiled without saying anything further.
Whether the other is truly the Heavenly Sea Saint, Ji Lin, he couldn’t be absolutely sure now, and the only way to confirm would be to probe the opponent’s Divine Palace, but given Ji Feng’s current status as the Qiantian Saint, such a thing is clearly impossible.
Everything must go with the flow; if the other is truly his disciple reincarnated, there will be a day for recognition.
Soon, the grand ceremony officially began. The Xuantian Sect Master erged, wielding the Xuantian Saint Sword, a legacy of the sect passed down through millennia. With one swing, it seed as if the clear sky was ripped open by an invisible sword light, the white clouds dispersed, vanished for miles.
The sky was like an ocean, extrely blue, without the slightest blemish.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, that azure heavenly vault boiled like seawater, the spatial distance quaked, making this corner of heaven and earth turn entirely dark.
"Crack!"
The firmant shattered, revealing a colossal abyssal mouth stretching ten thousand feet, from within it, an endless Holy Light sprinkled, shrouding the entire Xuantian Sect from above.
"This is drawing Holy Power to bless the sect, transforming the environnt."
"After today, Xuantian will beco the fifth Sacred Land of the Eastern Desolate. Thousands of disciples under its influence, cultivating within this environnt, will see their strength grow with ti, and within a millennium at most, Xuantian Sect’s overall strength can truly stand side by side with all the Holy Lands of this era."
Discussions erupted among the crowd. Drawing Holy Power to bless a sect, such a heavenly-defying feat is not sothing just anyone can achieve.
It’s related to the environnt of the sect. If a sect’s location is suitable, with excellent Feng Shui, and develops for a long enough ti, then beneath the land of this sect a Dragon Vein could erge, which is the primary condition for drawing Holy Power.
But rely having a Dragon Vein is not enough; it also requires a Supre Sacred Weapon to invoke the Heavenly Dao, which normal Holy Weapons cannot accomplish. Like the Xuantian Saint Sword held by the Xuantian Saint Master, it is one of those awe-inspiring weapons from ancient tis; only the four major Sacred Lands of the Eastern Desolate can produce weapons comparable to it.
"Heaven and Earth as the witness, all cultivations as testimony, today, my Xuantian will establish the sect and beco sacred, drawing Heaven and Earth’s Holy Power as a blessing, let a thousand gods bow in gratitude for Heaven’s grace!"
"Swish swish swish!"
As soon as the Xuantian Saint Master’s words fell, innurable figures leaped from the ground of the Xuantian Sect, forming a black mass of thousands.
These were all disciples of the Xuantian Sect, the thousand-man team that greeted guests outside the mountain gate, all possessing Ancient God Realm cultivation.
They positioned themselves in the sky, forming a massive circle, with the Xuantian Saint Master at the center, bending forward with cupped hands in worship, paying respect to the Heavenly Dao.
This was an ancient sacrificial rite aid at offering tributes to the heavens; thousands of disciples paying homage was a way to convey a ssage to the Heavenly Dao, that the Xuantian Sect now has the qualifications to establish a Sacred Land.
"Buzz..."
With a thousand paying homage, the Void’s tremors grew even fiercer.
The next mont, a vast and imnse Holy Power completely tore through space, gushing forth from that giant abyssal mouth, like Holy Light, enveloping the entire Xuantian Sect.
Upon witnessing this, the Xuantian Saint Master sheathed his sword, bowing deeply to the sky, his eyes flashing with essence; by this mont, the sect’s environnt was truly transford, becoming not much different from a Sacred Land.
"Fellow Daoists, please enjoy the Holy Banquet."
He laughed heartily, his gaze sweeping over the seated guests below, the wine and fresh fruits on the table had already been blessed with Holy Power; consuming them now yields many benefits, including opportunities to comprehend one’s bottleneck.
This is why the establishnt of a Sacred Land ceremony could draw so many observers.
"We have seen the Xuantian Saint Master!"
All those present stood up, cupping their hands in unison, shouting together, now calling him Xuantian Saint Master was well-deserved!
Soon, everyone sat back down in their original seats and began to enjoy the Holy Banquet on the table.
"You are already at the third stage’s peak, this banquet might allow you to comprehend the bottleneck and grasp the opportunity for a breakthrough," said Saintess Yunxi, sitting beside Mo Wangchen. She and Mo Wangchen had cultivated in the Array Formation Space for several years, aware of what level of strength he was at, and knew he was at a bottleneck, hence unable to break through.
As she spoke, she took a wine cup and personally filled it with Immortal Wine for Mo Wangchen. That scene made all the surrounding geniuses envious.
This is, after all, the most remarkable woman of the Eastern Desolate in this era; to have her personally pour wine, such an honor perhaps belongs to Mo Wangchen alone?
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