Three days later.
Little Huan Mountain, quiet for an entire year, suddenly became lively.
Lanterns and streamers adorned the grounds as people came and went.
Amid the pavilions and towers, flowers bloomed in splendid profusion.
Some cultivators even cast spells, creating layer upon layer of drifting mist.
At first glance, the arrangement looked quite festive.
Yet upon closer inspection, it seemed utterly mismatched.
But for an organization formed by rogue cultivators banding together, no one cared about such things.
Liveliness was enough!
In truth, there were not many precedents for a Foundation Establishment Ceremony.
After all, ceremonies of this sort mostly came from sects and Sacred Lands.
Such places had disciples numbering in the thousands, if not tens of thousands.
If some insignificant junior established their foundation, they would hardly make a grand spectacle of it or hold any ceremony.
Usually, friends and family merely gathered together to offer congratulations, and that was the end of it.
Only after a cultivator entered the Nascent Soul Stage would they throw open their mountain gates, invite fellow Daoists from all directions, and celebrate the birth of a True Person.
Only in small places such as Great River Market and Snow Lotus Market—
where Qi Refining rogue cultivators gathered in droves—
would the emergence of even a single Foundation Establishment True Cultivator be an earthshaking event.
To display their own strength, the faction to which that Foundation Establishment True Cultivator belonged would hold this so-called "Foundation Establishment Ceremony."
The Luo Tian Association on Little Huan Mountain was doing the same now.
There were not many fellow Daoists invited, either.
Most of those present were internal cultivators, celebrating together under heaven.
Early in the morning, Luo Chen came down from the mountain.
It was not to show respect for the Foundation Establishment fellow Daoists