Chapter 429: Enter Valhalla (2/2)

”He has old friends here, must be with them. You won't find Cao Yi and Apache either. One is busy recording everything, and the other…fighting.”

”You should join me the day after tomorrow at the opening of the Hall.” Wang Tong asked.

”Are we qualified?” Zhen Zhong asked in disbelief.

”Of course, I make the rules here. It's all about luck anyway.”

”Mwahahaha! This is it! That will be my time to shine! I can feel it! ” Karl shouted hysterically despite his friends' eye-rolling.

”Me too?” Rumi pointed at herself sheepishly.

”Why not? You never know, you could be the chosen one!” Wang Tong beamed from side to side.

Rumi blushed. ”Ok, I will give it a try.”

To the Templars, the guardians of the Hall, no other day held more significance than the day of Hall-Opening. This was the third time the Hall had opened to the outside world during the court's three hundred years of history. The number of people attending the event was unprecedented. In addition to the young warriors from the tournament, the grand master had also called back hundreds of disciples scattered around different galaxies.

The Templar masters were in white robes, chanting an archaic verse at the top of the long stairs that abruptly ended at an altar. At the bottom of the stairs stood hundreds of anticipating warriors.

”Ah...It's too hot! Start already!” Karl wiped the sweat off his forehead as he complained.

”Shut up, Karl!” Zhou Sisi refuted.

Wang Tong cracked a smiled and said, ”The proceeding is quite onerous. I almost feel sorry for those old bones up there.” Wang Tong also wondered how the Hall of Valhalla was going to appear out of thin air.

Patroclus waited quietly with a half-bored, half-arrogant look. On the other hand, Lie Jian was jumping up and down, unable to control his burgeoning anticipation.

As the master's chanting ended on a high note, the grand master stepped forward and secured a sizeable golden emblem into a perfectly-fit slot on the statue of the Blade Warrior.

The sky answered with a rumbling, and the din ushered in dark clouds. As more distant rumblings joined the carol, the daylight disappeared, and dark impenetrable clouds smothered the sun. Suddenly, a flash of bright light tore an opening in the shadows, revealing a gate-like structure.

Basking under the sun, the gate looked magnificent. The Templar masters' overwrought faces finally relaxed, and some of them sighed out in a profound relief.

Wang Tong was amused by the elaborated ceremony and the intense look on the masters' faces.

The gate cracked open slowly and steadily.

As light poured out from the other side, all the Templars and their disciples kneeled before it. This was an old-fashioned miracle in the age of advanced science. Many were stunned by the perplexing development. Did gods really exist?

As the light rained down from the sky and fell on Wang Tong, he felt his body being lifted, and he actually was. The light guided his body as he floated closer to the gate.

The masters had anticipated this, since Wang Tong was supposed to be the heir of the Blade Warrior. The grand master watched Wang Tong with a solemn face; he knew the boy was about to embark on a treacherous path.