Saving Qing Tan

Northern Xuan Region, Darkness City.

Darkness Plaza.

The Darkness Plaza was now packed with a sea of people stretching as far as the eye could see. Yet despite such a terrifying multitude gathered here, the entire world was silent.

Clearly, Darkness Hall was holding its triennial Darkness Ceremony.

Yet in just two short years, Darkness Hall had changed masters.

Countless fearful gazes looked toward the center of the plaza, where a Black Altar stood. The altar was lined with the Ten-Thousand-Step Stone Stairway, and at the very summit of those steps sat a black throne.

At that moment, a slender figure sat upon the throne. She wore a black dress edged with intricate dark-gold patterns, from which an air of solemnity and nobility faintly emanated.

She possessed a calm, beautiful face, skin white as snow, willow-leaf brows curved like crescent moons, and a delicate, straight nose.

Though her features now carried a little more chill and maturity than before, the outlines of that once-lively girl could still be discerned. Who else could she be but Qing Tan?

Seated upon the throne, she surveyed the densely packed Darkness Plaza below. Everywhere her gaze swept, there were only humble figures; few dared meet her eyes.

The cold, majestic eyes of the woman upon the throne swept across the crowd before she gave a faint nod.

"The ceremony begins!"

As she inclined her head, resounding voices rang out, carried far into the distance by powerful Yuan Power before echoing throughout heaven and earth.

Countless rays of black light shot into the sky, like a grand feast.

Leaders of factions from all across the Northern Xuan Region began arriving one after another in Darkness Plaza, and respectful cries rose and fell through the heavens.

"The Sect Master of the Northern Mang Sect leads his