Boom.
From the Great Jade Vast Cold Blessed Land came the lingering toll of a bell.
Like celestial music.
Like a call from the deepest reaches of towering mountains and steep ridges.
Calling forth echoes from heaven and earth.
Tap.
A spirited young man clad in a flourishing gold-and-red dharma robe stepped onto the stairs.
The jade staircase before him soared into the clouds, and he had already reached the cloudtops.
Before his eyes stretched a land beneath the moon for a thousand miles.
A vast illusory mirror hung above the blessed land, illuminating every cultivator present in their dharma robes.
A thousand miles reflected the moon.
The Vast Cold Grand Realm.
Jade towers and jeweled palaces, like half a city, upheld an ancient heavenly pool and jade terrace.
Standing within it felt like dwelling in an immortal realm.
Yu Haofeng grabbed the young man by the arm and said with a smile, "You finally made it."
As he spoke, he pulled Meng Zhi toward the front.
They crossed the spirit pool, passed over the long bridge, and ascended the circular platform beneath the pristine white jade wall.
Standing there, Meng Zhi received the attention of the Yu Lineage cultivators' divine senses.
Meng Zhi could feel his heart pounding fiercely. It was not merely because there were simply too many cultivators before him, but also because many of the Yu Lineage's senior and highly cultivated elders were present.
More importantly, this truly concerned one of the greatest matters of his life. Even Meng Zhi could not help but feel his heart surge and his mind grow uneasy.
He took a deep breath and calmed his heaving chest.
Meng Zhi turned to look toward the seat of honor.
Tu Shan Jun sat there peacefully.
This time, however, he was not in