Chapter 1106 - Finger (3) (2/2)

”Well, I guess we have no choice but to go now.” Dyon shrugged. One of the rules of sect mandated that every member available to show up when the central bell was rung. If not for that rule, Dyon wouldn't bother. This was also the only time lower ranked disciples were allowed to enter the core sect.

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It wasn't long before every disciple that was available had entered the core sect plaza. Just as domineeringly as ever, the ranking pillar and the pillar of shame stood at the very center.

Above them, a group of powerful individuals stood in the air, attracting the awe of all those who saw them.

They were the core elders of the sect. Although there were only five of them, each and every one was admired as a top expert of their 98th quadrant.

Standing in the center of these five wrinkled old men and women was a stoic man, relatively younger than the other elders. It was clear that he was far more talented than them and had stepped into the ranks of celestials at a much earlier age.

Breaking from sainthood to the celestial realm gave an extra 5000 years of life. If you had already aged in the saint realm, reversing it would be as simple as just breaking through. However, it was clear that these elders gave up much of their lifespan for a chance to break through into the celestial realm, making their cultivation quite hollow and meaningless. Simply put, someone like Anak could kill all five of them without blinking an eye, even if he was suppressed.

However, the 98th quadrant was a fishbowl of sorts. All the individuals here knew was that these elders were all powerful celestials, so they revered them.

That said, they respected the Master of Soul Rending Peak far more.

He was a true expert who had even managed to step onto the celestial floors of the tower! If he wasn't so amazing, how could he have snubbed the Caedes and Jafari families out of the sect master position they had held for so long?

However, this same man they revered was livid today. He exuded an aura that forced every to look away, unable to meet his eyes at all.

Next to him, a beautiful girl clung to his arm, crying her eyes out. Her shoulders trembled, and even her father's touch couldn't stop her ceaseless heaving.

It didn't take long for everyone to recognize that this girl was Violet, the sect Master's one and only daughter.