The day before the sect ceremony, the Ancient Abyss Sect opened its gates.
At this mont, the Ancient Abyss Sect began to bustle with activity.
So sects close to the Zhou Kingdom or directly within it had already sent their people early on.
The leaders were figures like the Ancestral Masters or Sect Leaders.
Bringing along a few sect elders and a group of the top disciples within the sect, they arrived at the Ancient Abyss Sect.
On this day alone, 27 ninth-level sects and 11 eighth-level sects from the Wandering Dragon Star ca.
In a short span of three days, ti flew by.
But at this mont, the interior of the Ancient Abyss Sect was vastly different from what it had been three days prior.
If three days ago the Ancient Abyss Sect was still an ordinary city, it had now beco a blissful Immortal Blessed Land shrouded in immortal qi.
"The Sword Sect has arrived! Welco Sect Leader Xu and all the elders!"
"The Magic Sect has arrived! Welco Sect Leader Liu and all the elders!"
"The Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers has arrived! Welco Baihua Fairy and all the elders!"
"..."
Unlike the arrival of other ninth and eighth-level sects, when the other nine major seventh-level sects from the Wandering Dragon Star arrived, a specially arranged steward from the Ancient Abyss Sect announced their presence.
This was a differential treatnt.
Of course, the people of the Ancient Abyss Sect were very enthusiastic in nature.
"Yang, that is Sect Leader Xu of the Sword Sect, at the mid-Golden Core stage. The Sword Sect is acknowledged as the top sect on the Wandering Dragon Star."
"That young man in the green robe, carrying a sword, appears handso and graceful, but in reality, he's competitive and cares about his face, a petty person."
"He is the senior disciple of the Sword Sect's Inner Sect, Ban Deming, also at the completion of Qi Cultivation. I had quite a grudge with him before."
On a small adjacent peak next to the main mountain of the Ancient Abyss Sect stood three people, able to see all the guests coming and going.
"Zimu, aren't the ten major sects of the Wandering Dragon Star said to be very united?"
Yang Yan raised his head, smiling as he asked.
Upon hearing this, Gu Sheng, standing behind Lin Zimu, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Lin Zimu smiled and gently shook his head, saying:
"Yang, you don't know, the ten major sects only maintain a facade of peace and friendship, secretly they're all at odds."
"As for the competition among the disciples of each sect, it's even more innurable."
Lin Zimu spoke, stretching out his right hand, pointing remotely at a group of incoming female disciples with a slightly solemn face, saying:
"Yang, this is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, ranked second among the ten major sects. Did you notice anything?"
Yang Yan looked as instructed, calmly stating:
"It's all female disciples and a few female elders; I suppose the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers only accepts female disciples, right? Is there anything unusual?"
Lin Zimu shook his head again, remotely pointing in the void at several female disciples:
"Leading the group from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers this ti is the senior sister of the Inner Sect, Baihua Fairy."
"Our Ancestral Master of the Ancient Abyss Sect took in a disciple like you, Yang, with such talent. The Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers sending these disciples to deal with a small event is nothing but looking down on us!"
"Haha! That's quite possible."
Yang Yan wasn't as aggressive as Lin Zimu, but what Lin Zimu said did make sense.
Lin Zimu retracted his hand, turned his head to face Yang Yan, and said:
"Yang, this disciple selection ceremony might not be that simple... sigh!"
Lin Zimu paused for a long ti at the end of his sentence, only to let out a long sigh.
"No worries! As the saying goes, when a soldier cos, a general stops him; when water cos, soil covers it. I'll live freely and happily, regardless of the chaos outside."
Yang Yan appeared very carefree, speaking nonchalantly.
"Indeed, Young Master just needs to be happy, why bother about others?"
Gu Sheng happily chid in from behind, flattering.
Seeing this, Lin Zimu barely managed to show a subtle bitter smile.
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
The large bronze bell atop the ancient mountain struck once more.
This ti it had only been three days since the last grand comparison when it was rung.
Moreover, seemingly because both the Ancestral Master and the Sect Leader were taking in disciples, the bell tolled ten tis!
That was the highest ceremonial treatnt.
It sufficiently indicated the level of importance the Ancient Abyss Sect placed on this ceremony.
"The disciple selection ceremony begins!"
At this mont, the grand ceremony of the Ancient Abyss Sect was filled with green smoke, and guests were seated according to their respective hall order on both sides.
At the top sat Ancestral Master Zongming and Sect Leader Lin An of the Ancient Abyss Sect.
Outside the majestic hall, countless disciples from major sects of the Wandering Dragon Star stood watching, roughly a scene of sweating profusely.
At this mont, as the ceremony began, three people were slowly walking along a long aisle leading directly to the main hall.
Trailing behind were two stewards dressed in black.
Leading at the front was Yang Yan, already being referred to as the master ancestor by the disciples of the Ancient Abyss Sect.
Yang Yan had journeyed here after going through the intricate bathing and fragrant crowning ceremony, and then donning the sowhat loose Daoist robe of the core disciple.
"This incense is dedicated to Xing Songzi, the Ancestral Master who founded the Ancient Abyss Sect."
Reaching the steps with the group, there was a bronze cauldron on a platform, filled with large incense sticks.
A waiting steward handed several sticks of incense to Yang Yan.
Xing Songzi, the true Ancestral Master of the Ancient Abyss Sect.
Though he had passed away, his rank was significantly higher than that of the current sect's Zongming.
This was a necessary ritual of respect.
Though ntally grumbling about the complex ceremony, Yang Yan remained very proper on the surface.
After bowing respectfully three tis, he inserted the incense.
At this mont, the steward in the black formal attire gave Yang Yan a peculiar look but still motioned for him to continue forward.
Yang Yan was unaware that the rituals he used in the Hidden World differed entirely from those on the Wandering Dragon Star.
However, under the watchful eyes of many, the black-attired steward had to pretend not to see it.
He certainly couldn't provide instruction on the spot!
After offering one stick of incense, there was nothing else to do, and Yang Yan was led into the main hall by the two black-attired stewards.
Then, for just a mont, Yang Yan could feel himself being simultaneously locked upon by all the eyes in the hall.
Countless gazes, whether curious, friendly, or indifferent, fell on Yang Yan.
It wasn't a feeling of being in the spotlight, but rather an unsettling sensation.
Yang Yan felt a slight numbness in his heart.
Upon entering the main hall, his eyes naturally drifted to the top position.
There sat Ancestral Master Zongming and Sect Leader Lin An.
Ancestral Master Zongming displayed a kind appearance.
With smiling eyes, he looked at Yang Yan, seemingly more satisfied the longer he looked.
Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body!
Daoist Saint Son!
Yang Yan alone could possibly elevate the Ancient Abyss Sect to a fourth-level sect in the future.
As an Ancestral Master of a sect, how could Zongming not be pleased?!
"Yang Yan, co forward."
Seeing Yang Yan unexpectedly pausing at the entrance for a mont, Ancestral Master Zongming couldn't help but cheerfully call out.
"Yes!"
Yang Yan was really just unsure of what to do next.
Upon hearing this, without thinking much, he imdiately walked forward.
The two stewards who had followed behind had completed their task and withdrew early on.
Moreover, they didn't even have the qualification to enter this grand hall.
Even soone like Lin Zimu, the senior Inner Sect disciple, could only watch the ceremony from outside.
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