Northern Frontier, Sacred Talisman Palace.
Celestial Talisman Hermit had grown up in Sacred Talisman Palace. For five generations, his ancestors had all been disciples of Sacred Talisman Palace, and he felt a deep sense of belonging toward it. Over his nine hundred years of cultivation, Sacred Talisman Palace had given him tremendous help.
Sacred Talisman Palace had risen through talismans, and it had also declined through talismans.
For Celestial Talisman Hermit's nine-hundredth birthday, Sacred Talisman Palace had spared no expense. First, it was to display their strength; second, it was to seek allies for Sacred Talisman Palace. At the same time, they could use this opportunity to gauge the attitudes of other factions toward Sacred Talisman Palace. If there were any hidden dangers, they naturally had to be uprooted as early as possible.
A sheer mountain peak rose abruptly, thrusting straight into the clouds amid swirling spiritual qi. At its summit stood a magnificent palace, faintly visible. On the golden plaque were three large silver characters: "Sacred Talisman Hall."
Inside the hall, Celestial Talisman Hermit sat in the seat of honor, his expression grave.
A clean-shaven Middle-Aged Confucian stood beside him, his face brimming with smiles.
"Senior Brother Liu, all the guests have arrived. It's time for you, the birthday star, to make an appearance."
Celestial Talisman Hermit nodded and sighed inwardly. Sacred Talisman Palace had fallen so far that it needed to hold a birthday celebration for a Nascent Soul Cultivator just to demonstrate its strength. He had failed the generations of forebears of Sacred Talisman Palace.
Nine Serenities Sect never held birthday celebrations for Nascent Soul Cultivators, and even Nascent Soul Ceremonies were rarely held. Yet what faction would dare question Nine Serenities Sect's strength? So long as Spirit Transformation cultivators did not intervene, Nine Serenities Sect was