In the blink of an eye, the night passed.
Early the next morning, Mo Wangchen woke up from his slumber.
In the courtyard, Lin Bai, Xu Xuan, and others were already moving about.
"Are we setting out now?"
Seeing that the entire courtyard seed to be waiting for him, Mo Wangchen couldn’t help but scratch his nose and ask.
Since leaving the Three Pure Realm, he had hardly had a good night’s sleep.
Now finally arriving in the Bodhi Realm, with his duel against Shitian approaching, he had to take advantage of these few days to recuperate.
"It’s not too early now, people should have started entering the Xuantian Sect. We should set off as well." Xu Xuan said.
Then he led the group out of the Xu Family, heading towards City North, and after about a hundred miles out of town, they arrived at the foot of a massive peak.
Looking around, there were mountains surrounding the peak, soaring into the clouds, with beautiful scenery and outlines of buildings faintly visible through the mist.
This is where the mountain gate of the Xuantian Sect is located.
Unlike sixty years ago when Mo Wangchen saw it, after sixty years of developnt, Xuantian had changed dramatically, growing far beyond his knowledge. The mountain gate had been expanded, and the area it occupies is well more than twice what it was sixty years ago!
Halfway up the giant peak, there stood a huge pavilion gate, shrouded in wisps of immortal fog, making it look like the South Heavenly Gate.
Though it was early in the morning, there were quite a few people climbing the mountain; aside from Mo Wangchen and his group, there were at least dozens of people moving along the ancient steps leading to the summit.
"Who has co today?"
Reaching the front of the pavilion gate, there were several Xuantian disciples guarding, and Xu Ye stepped forward to inquire.
"So it’s Brother Xu Ye, reporting back to Brother, the West Saint has arrived, the Northern Emperor hasn’t arrived yet, but should be here soon. Besides them, young masters from ancient families have mostly entered already, including those on the Nine Provinces Hero List like Saint Heir Hua Wuxin from the Hua Family, who arrived early."
The lead male disciple among those guarding respectfully replied.
Upon hearing him, Xu Ye nodded, then pointed to the people behind him and said, "This is the Young Master of our Xu Family, my cousin Xu Xuan, and these people are his friends, here to attend the gathering today."
"So it’s Young Master Xu Xuan, my apologies. Young Master Xu Xuan is on the invitation list for the Saint Heir’s feast, so he can naturally enter, but these friends of yours..."
As one of the three major families of Tiange City, and with the good relations maintained with the Xuantian Sacred Land over the years, Xu Xuan, as the Young Master, was naturally known by na to these disciples. However, after greeting him, a look of difficulty appeared on their faces, and they glanced at Mo Wangchen and the others.
It’s not that they’re intentionally making things difficult, but not everyone can participate in today’s gathering. They’re just acting as ordered. If you have the qualifications to participate or have been invited, then you can naturally be let through.
"I have a card here, could you please hand it to your Xuantian Saint Heir? He should know my identity upon seeing it, and let us through."
Mo Wangchen smiled, not minding at all. As he spoke, he took a card from his pocket and handed it to the lead disciple.
"Uh..."
The disciple was stunned for a mont, his gaze unavoidably inspecting Mo Wangchen again, his eyes showing surprise.
A card for the Saint Heir?
Including Xu Ye, whose heart was more filled with confusion than surprise.
He learned yesterday that Mo Wangchen knew Li Ziyue, Xi Xiaoyu, and Yue Qian, so participating in this gathering shouldn’t be a problem. But even if a card was given, it should have been to one of them. How co it was given to the Saint Heir?
Could he possibly know the Saint Heir?
Xu Ye thought this way, soon rejecting the idea, thinking it unlikely.
Zhang Tianhua, today, is the number one talent of the younger generation in the Eastern Desolate Northern Domain, and there aren’t many people who could possibly know him.
"Brother Xu Xuan, this..."
Xu Ye spoke, wanting to say sothing, but Xu Xuan quickly waved his hand to interrupt him, then nodded to Mo Wangchen and said with a smile, "Brother Mo, I’ll go ahead, see you at the gathering later."
It’s not that Xu Xuan didn’t want to wait there with Mo Wangchen, but he was afraid it would be too awkward later.
After all, he was aware of Mo Wangchen’s identity; once that card was handed over, not just getting entry, even Xuantian Saint Heir Zhang Tianhua would likely have to co out personally to greet him. And at the gathering, Mo Wangchen would surely sit among the top seats; Xu Xuan had enough self-awareness that his identity was far below that of Mo Wangchen and Zhang Tianhua.
"Go ahead, see you later."
Mo Wangchen smiled, clearly understanding what was on Xu Xuan’s mind, not saying much.
Soon, after the Xu Xuan brothers entered Xuantian, the lead disciple also turned to leave there, handing in Mo Wangchen’s card.
On a spacious plaza, there gathered many people, nearly a thousand, all seated in their positions. At the very front, there were only a few seats occupied, while the empty seats were clearly ant for those yet to arrive for the gathering.
Among those seated, nearly all were acclaid prodigies of the Ten Thousand Realms, and the lowest level for sitting there was those who had made a na on the Nine Provinces Hero List.
At the very front of the seats, two people sat side by side, one of whom was a paper fan man dressed in fine clothes, occasionally chatting and laughing with others present. The man was none other than the host of today’s gathering, Xuantian Saint Heir Zhang Tianhua.
Sitting next to him was another youth, but wearing a monk’s robe, an ordained monk.
This was none other than Fanxin, the West Saint, renowned alongside the Northern Emperor and East Emperor.
Fanxin was not his real na but rather his Dharma na upon ordination. At the mont, the West Saint sat with hands clasped, eyes closed as if chanting. Around him, there was a gentle Buddha Light radiating as if the Buddha himself had arrived, those sitting near him couldn’t help but feel a serene calm within.
"Greetings, Saint Heir!"
Just as Zhang Tianhua was chatting and laughing with the others present, outside the venue, a disciple ca forward, it was the sa person who guarded the mountain gate earlier, now bringing Mo Wangchen’s card, "Soone is here visiting from outside the mountain gate, and this is their card."
"A card?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianhua and others present were taken aback. There shouldn’t be anyone they missed inviting, and if uninvited, they wouldn’t bring soone in either. What could this card an?
"Let have a look."
Zhang Tianhua spoke, since it was a card, he should know the visitor’s identity upon reading it.
Taking the card from the disciple’s hand, Zhang Tianhua lightly opened it, then was stunned once again, because the card held no greeting words, only a single large character, Mo!
And above this ’Mo’ character, a faint golden radiance glowed, with a special kind of aura flowing within. Upon sensing this aura, Zhang Tianhua’s expression changed instantly, followed by a joyful smile, "Mo... it’s him! He’s really here! Returned to the Bodhi Realm!"
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