861 The Rite to Ligh (2/2)

Over ten talisman masters and array masters were standing in the center of the front yard, preparing to activate the giant array they had already set up. Upon its activation, the wind blew petals of peach blossoms into the air. The Qi of Heaven and Earth stirred. Tens of Haotian flags were waving in the wind. The forty-seven waterfalls in the Peach Mountain sprayed innumerous tiny beads of water into the winds, which blew them to the front yard, gently falling.

Drizzling on the mountain, it cleaned every single dust and calmed the restlessness. The flat stone ground was washed thoroughly. And the white stone altar in the center was pure as jade.

The drizzle from the waterfalls turned into mist in the autumn sun and gradually rose into three huge cloud shields. When the clouds dispersed, it became three clear circles of lights. The Peach Mountain was seamlessly shielded. When the clear circles of lights gradually disappeared, the three massive arrays were established.

Tens of thousands of followers were covered by the falling rain. Yet, instead of soaking their clothes, it instead refreshed everyone at the scene. When the three cloud shields turned into three circles of lights, and eventually the three arrays, those who had never witnessed such great occasions all fell to their knees and begin exalting the great Haotian.

Chongming, the newly crowned king of the Yan Kingdom had arrived, as well as the governors of the Song, Qi, Liang, Zhen and other smaller kingdoms. Present too were the head of the Song family who represented the clans in Qinghe Prefecture, Monk Guanhai, the abbot of the Lanke Temple, Qi Nian from the Xuankong Temple, the national master of the Golden Tribe and their number one royal martial art master General Lebu. There were also independent cultivators, faculties and students of the Revelation Institution, divine priests and deacons of the four Divine Halls, and even the servants.

These people stood closer to the foot of the Peach Mountain, some distance away from the tens of thousands of followers. They felt varied emotions when seeing those followers kneeled down and prayed. The priests and deacons of the Divine Halls of West-Hill were feeling proud, while the Buddhist practitioners kept quiet. The national master of the Golden Tribe smiled without a word, while General Bule frowned.

Two sacred sedans descended from top of the mountain, and came to a stop above the front yard.

The one in the middle was huge, shining with radiant light. A tall figure rose from within it - the hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-hill.

The other one by its side was smaller, with blood-like gauze curtains. Chilling as it was, a beautiful woman was sitting inside, with her cheek on hand and stunningly charming black hair poured from her sacred crown. It was the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu.

For tens of thousands of followers, it was their first time to see the hierarch and the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. They became even more excited and their prayers started trembling.

Those powerful figures gathered felt even more complicated feelings. West-Hill had been the governor of Haotian's world. The hierarch and three Great Divine Priests were the mightiest human beings in this world. However, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation was gone and there was no sign of his successor even now. The Divine Hall of Light had undergone lots of disputes throughout the years. Even their everlasting lamp had died out lately. At the extravagant opening of the Rite to Light, those two sacred seats appeared extremely lonesome, and the power of West-Hill seemed dimming.

In contrast to the Divine Halls of West-Hill, their guests seemed exceptionally powerful. Except for the Academy and the Devil's Doctrine from the Wilderness, almost all renowned cultivators from every school were presented, especially the national master of the Golden Tribe and Qi Nian from the Xuankong Temple, which had made the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom even more outstanding.

Liu Yiqing was representing the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom. This blind sword master had reached the Knowing Destiny State and became famous for killing of the king of the South Jin Kingdom. But still he was clearly not a match for the other masters at the Rite to Light. It was somewhat disappointing for the Divine Halls of West-Hill.

Everyone present could sense that the hierarch was displeased.

Right then, a white line appeared in the clear blue sky above the Peach Mountain. It was as distinctive as a crack.

Immediately after the crack, a sword appeared, hovering above the front yard.

That was just an ordinary sword, wrapped with soft and thick cloth. Its blade was made of bronze, but it did not seem particularly sharp nor bear any runes on its body.

Immediately, it captured everyone's attention.

Because, it did not seem to be held by any person, but was simply hovering there in the air, vibrating and buzzing slightly.

No one knew how it ended up there.

Even people like the hierarch, the national master and Qi Nian were only able to see the white line that appeared, and the sword that appeared after it.

What was most terrifying was that the invisible massive array on the outmost of Peach Mountain was not able to sense it coming nor stop it.

The hanging sword remained in the air as if held by an invisible hand.

If a person stood behind that sword, he would immediately notice that the sword was slightly pointing towards the Divine Hall of Light in no particular offensive manner. Rather, it seemed as if it was just looking at the Divine Hall.

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