The myriad expressions on Ning An’s face continuously changed and were all observed by the crowd on the viewing platform.
The more passionately the Eight Minor Ancestors were called upon by the Witch Race’s Yin Cha, the darker Ning An’s face beca.
Anyone with clear eyes could see that Ning An was unaware of this grand ceremony, likely orchestrated by that scoundrel Dao Feng.
In this situation, the many Underworld deities could only sigh:
Quite the trickster!
The Ten Halls of Yama shook their heads and smiled slightly at this scene, while the Ghost King beside them showed a thoughtful expression.
Thirty thousand robust Witch Race mbers simultaneously employed the Heaven and Earth Technique, each resembling the Ancient Gods and Demons. Afterwards, without any resistance, Ning An was politely ’invited’ onto a lavish palanquin, carried forward by three hundred strong n.
Dragons paved the way, gods and demons accompanied.
The deities observed the ceremony, and the deity statue was set.
What a perfect image of a decadent second generation...
Sitting on the palanquin, Ning An had even decided where he would be buried.
Yet the Ox Head and Horse Face, who could make children stop crying, didn’t even get a seat and were assigned to the atmosphere planning group.
The reason was simple; they had been to the human world more often and had seen more scenes than others.
Just like today’s rebellious operation of erecting a deity statue, which was also proposed by them...
When the Yin Cha depart, nothing is forbidden.
When the Departnt acts, bystanders must withdraw.
When the procession was still a hundred miles away from the viewing platform, Ox Head and Horse Face instructed the convoy to slow down.
After all, for immortals and gods, a hundred miles was only a breath away.
Ox Head and Horse Face first entered the venue, respectfully speaking to Dao Feng above: "Reporting, sir, the Minor Ancestor has already reached a hundred miles outside the venue."
If death cos, let it be!
On the palanquin, hearing Dao Feng’s transmission, Ning An ground his teeth in anger.
But as things were, he could only grit his teeth and proceed, because losing face today would not only affect him, but also disgrace his Foster Father.
This was a major issue!
Ning An tidied his robe, stood up from the palanquin, and bowed in all directions around the viewing platform.
"Alright! Let our Witch Race warriors wait in place, let the Minor Ancestor’s palanquin enter first, others await my command!"
"Understood!"
Ox Head and Horse Face loudly acknowledged.
After returning, Ox Head and Horse Face conveyed Dao Feng’s orders and had Ning An’s palanquin proceed first.
The drivers beneath the palanquin were already excellent Yin Cha among the Witch Race, and seeing Ox Head and Horse Face’s subtle gaze, they instantly understood.
The already enormous figures expanded further, almost indistinguishable from Ning An’s deity statue, carrying the palanquin like flesh-clad warriors, charging along the pre-planned route into the venue.
The massive commotion directly diverted more immortals and deities from watching the ghostly crowd to here.
Thirty thousand Witch Race Yin Cha sped like the wind, their grand and majestic presence stirred the entire Fengdu City into a frenzy.
In the Netherworld, all notable figures gathered here, the Ten Halls of Yama, the Seventy-two Yin Divisions, the Ten Directions Ghost Generals, with nurous other deities present.
All were seasoned participants of grand occasions; the scene before them was formidable but couldn’t be described as vast.
Only to hear Dao Feng suddenly speak:
"Ning An, show everyone what the Great Emperor’s foster son truly looks like."
What must co will co, it’s unavoidable.
Ning An sighed helplessly, then using the mana imbued in him by Dao Feng, he stepped forward, traversing a long distance in an instant, and landed on top of the deity statue.
In an instant, the statue beca shrouded in mist, hazily, like a bubble, with a glimr appearing inside unexpectedly.
After a few breaths, the bubble burst, congregating runes transford into beams of rosy light shooting into the skies, dispersing the dark mist here.
These beams of light were greedily absorbed by nearby Witch Race Yin Cha, for whom it was a top-notch tonic according to their juniors!
Of course, that wasn’t very important...
Whoosh!
The rosy light intensified, warping the void around him, which, upon close inspection, resembled a furnace diligently forming from the void, gathering within.
Honestly, for the present gods, it just seed a bit dull.
A re glance could tell they knew Ning An hadn’t truly Entered the Dao.
In their eyes, this was certainly Dao Feng’s mischievous stunt to create a "mystic dance", rely to endow Ning An with a layer of ethereal glory in the minds of many subordinate beings in the Netherworld.
Those familiar with mystic dances know, after such a dance, regardless of whether house affairs are resolved, it’s easy to talk, but if deception is uncovered during the process, the consequences...
After all, being taken in by the Great Emperor as a foster son, many immortals and gods, though bored, maintained the pretense, watching Ning An’s exploits, nodding in satisfaction at intervals...
Dao Feng noticed their reactions.
"Heh, I know you’re scorning , just wait, who laughs last depends on what’s yet to co."
Boom!
Amid Ning An’s "pretensions" for an indeterminate ti, a massive noise, as if the entire sky was crashing down.
With another massive boom, the deity statue beneath his feet suddenly levitated, clearly visible as continuous golden brilliance rged within.
Externally, the gathered deities all trembled in their hearts.
"This... isn’t it the Incense and Candle rit? Is this foster son of the Great Emperor a rebirth of a ten-lives virtuous man?"
Yin Division leaders showed serious expressions as if they wanted to see through it.
Other deities were also shocked as in today’s environnt, not to ntion mortals, not even regular deities like the Ten Halls of Yama could accumulate much Incense and Candle rit!
Ning An cald considerably, atop the statue, countless golden incense streams assembled like dancing dragons, he silently felt, striving to keep his heart tranquil.
"Who would’ve thought that I, Ning An, would be the first to claim the title of Ancestor in the Underworld."
Heaven and Earth as the fabricator, all things as fuel, on the statue, a rit Golden Body’s silhouette erged.
"rit Golden Body! How can it be!"
In an instant, several Golden Immortals stood up, stared at the transformation over there, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.
"Why not? You all just keep watching."
As if to validate Dao Feng’s words, the statue turned brilliant, previously invisible golden light filled rapidly, shimring gold, plain yet natural.
Ti passed, and in the end, the statue was entirely enveloped in golden light, with a faint ’hiss’, the last wick of divine fire extinguished.
Subsequently, divine runes appeared one after another, like a sky full of stars manifesting, with lotuses constantly erging on the ground, and sweet rain falling from the heavens...
Incense rit Golden Body!
The foundation of achieving Dao!!!
The observers were initially just watching the spectacle, but upon seeing the sudden forming of the Incense Golden Body, their eyes were fixed!
And this unusual phenonon happened to a re mortal, which was absolutely peculiar!
Instantly, everyone’s view of Ning An changed.
Watching the growing restlessness of the viewing platform, Dao Feng shook the decree in his hand, gravely saying:
"Let make it clear, if anyone has inappropriate intentions towards him, it’s opposing , opposing the Great Emperor, I advise all of you to think carefully."
The restless crowd montarily stilled, and seeing the situation slightly under control, Dao Feng mischievously said:
"As you all guessed, my foster brother, as a mortal, gathered a rit Golden Body, surely has his ans."
Clearing his throat again, taking his ti, Dao Feng continued:
"Coincidentally, this thod is also applicable to you all~"
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