Chapter 862 (1/2)

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at 4th of April 2019 09:50:04 AM

Chapter 862: 862

Perhaps it was because the invisible ma.s.sive array being broken in by this sword, there came a tender breeze in the front yard, lifting a few autumn leaves .

One piece of leaf felt on the blade of that sword . But it was not split for the sword was calm and peaceful . The leaf bounced up a bit and fell onto the ground again .

It was an unsettling sort of calm .

Everyone had since realized who this sword belonged to . No one but Liu Bai would have dared to barge in and accomplish it in such a short instant .

Inside the sacred sedan with radiance of lights, the Hierarch leaned forward .

He felt irritated . This was because Liu Bai's sword was pointing towards the Divine Hall of Light, even if it meant no offense nor respect . Moreover, that sword had shown up later than himself .

This implied that Liu Bai saw himself above the Hierarch .

He was the Hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-Hill . By placing himself above the Hierarch, Liu Bai was placing himself above all of humanity .

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The Hierarch was seriously wounded by the Twenty-Three-year Cicada in the back mountain of the Academy . He was blinded, his arms were broken, and his Ocean of Qi destroyed . It took him a lot to get back to the Peach Mountain . He thought he was destroyed, and dared not to come out of the radiating lights because of his fear . But no one could have expected that Haotian would come to the human world .

Since the moment he began following Haotian, he had regained his faith and courage which he lost decades ago . Haotian had already punished Zhishou Abbey in his rage . And thus, the Hierarch became the only one who represented Haotian in the human world . As long as he stayed in the Peach Mountain, he would be undefeatable . No one could defeat him, not even Liu Bai . The Drunkard and the Butcher would not dare to show him any disrespect either .

Therefore, he did not try to hide his anger toward this invasive sword . Yet, despite his resentment, the sword just hovered there calmly without even the slightest reaction .

Out of the five guest ministers in the Divine Halls of West-Hill, Xiahou was gone . The Sage of Calligraphy was already in seclusion . Liu Bai was still the most respected guest minister . His sword was enough to represent his presence, and this was already showing respect to the Rite to Light . Therefore, even the Hierarch could not do anything about it .

The head of Revelation Inst.i.tute was standing by the Hierarch's sacred sedan . He was in charge of the agenda of the day . Since the Hierarch did not give further instructions, he announced the official debut of the ceremony .

Sacred music resounded from around the Peach Mountain, resonating in the front yard and was heard by all the partic.i.p.ants . The Qi of Heaven and Earth echoed with the music, and along with it arose a warm breeze that replaced the chilling autumn wind .

The peach buds in the valley bloomed in full and their petals were lifted by the breeze . They drifted down the Peach Mountain and gathered above the front yard, dancing in the breeze .

Tons of peach petals sent forth a mystic fragrance . It was not a regular scent of peach blossoms but was stronger than any earthly fragrance and sweeter than any sugar . It was not too overwhelming, just like a refres.h.i.+ng fresh breeze after the rain .

Tens of thousands of followers looked up to the dancing peach petals, enjoying the dazzling beauty and the refres.h.i.+ng fragrance .

They had pa.s.sed strict exams and traveled a long way to come to the Rite to Light . They were the most devout followers on earth . Based on some very simple logic, devoutness always came from suffering . Therefore, most of them had experienced a lot of sufferings, and many were seriously ill or even dying, carried all the way to the West-Hill by their families .

When the mystic fragrance came, the ill or disabled felt sudden relief, as though they were liberated from any negative energy or sufferings they had undergone . They were refreshed and even seemed to see the sacred kingdom of Haotian through that fragrance .

The lame threw away their crutches, kneeled with trembling hands and prostrated towards the Peach Mountain . Those previously lying on stretchers struggled to get on their feet and prostrated despite of the objection from their families .

Although it was autumn, the front yard of Peach Mountain was as warm as spring with countless peach blossoms dancing in the breeze and spreading their charming fragrance . All of a sudden, the breeze disappeared, and peach blossoms fell toward the ground .

The falling peach blossoms turned into a rain of petals .