Renowned Throughout the Dao Sect
"Pang Tong Brother Pang Tong, do you have anything else to say?"
The elegant young man with exceptional bearing stood with his hands behind his back, his face rosy, showing no signs of fatigue from the intense battles.
"I, Pang Tong, the foremost of the four... no, the five True Disciples of the Desolate Hall, will never admit defeat! Never!!"
With an increasingly determined look in his eyes, Pang Tong's hands flashed out a seal, and amidst the dissipating fog, an ancient, enormous gray star rapidly rose up behind him.
"Great Star Gang Fist!"
Having exhausted all his Origin Energy, Pang Tong unleashed this attack in grief and rage.
"Call out!"
The ancient, massive gray star trembled violently, then transformed into a Gray Light of light, imbued with an incomparably dense and powerful yang energy, and accelerated its way through the void.
"Hahaha, good, well said, never admitting defeat!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Dong let out a long laugh, put his five fingers together, and threw a punch without hesitation.
"Azure Dragon Grips the Earth!"
A mighty dragon roar resounded, and an unimaginably huge azure dragon claw suddenly emerged from the thick clouds above the Nine Heavens, fiercely grabbing down while enveloped in the rich Heavenly Dragon Qi.
"Bang!!"
The enormous gray star was ripped apart by the cyan dragon claw, turning into countless points of light that shattered in mid-air. Cyan light surged as the cyan dragon claw accelerated its descent.
"No!!!"
The surrounding space suddenly froze, and Pang Tong, who was about to turn around and escape, found all his escape routes completely blocked, leaving him terrified.
"Alright, the duel is over!"
A sigh full of vicissitudes fell, and a large area of void shattered like a mirror. A huge, crystal-clear, jade-like hand suddenly emerged from the void and collided fiercely with the Azure Dragon claw, both of them dissipating into the air.
The Dao Sect Master, Ying Xuanzi, has made his move!
"Thump!"
Having Pang Tong escaped death, Pang Tong collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. He had finally survived.
"Sect Master!"
Upon receiving the order, Lin Dong casually dispersed his attack and respectfully bowed.
"Yes, you're very good."
Ying Xuanzi nodded slightly without showing any emotion, then stood up, and the eight Hall Masters, Chen Zhen and Wu Dao, all rose to their feet to attend to him.
"In the name of Ying Xuanzi, the Sect Master of the Dao Sect, I hereby decree Ying Xuanzi Lin Dong, a disciple of the Desolate Hall, shall be the current Chief Seat of the Desolate Hall, ranking above Ying Xiaoxiao, Qing Ye, Mu Li. This shall take effect immediately!"
Ying Xuanzi looked down at the land beneath his feet and solemnly announced.
The Desolate Hall Chief has been born!
"..."
There was a deathly silence between heaven and earth.
"Boom!"
The next second, the dark mass of people erupted like a long-suppressed volcano, and cheers soared into the sky like a tsunami.
"We greet our Chief Seat brother!"
"We greet our Chief Seat brother!"
In the Dao Sect's system of one sect and four halls, the Chief Seat the four halls are essentially equal in status, with only differences in strength, not in rank.
Even if someone is not the Chief Seat of their own hall, disciples from the other three halls must still address them as "Chief Seat" or "senior brother," regardless of seniority, age, or cultivation level; they are treated equally.
Therefore, first the disciples of the Desolate Hall, then the disciples of the other three halls, and finally Jiang Hao and his group who had Youyou awakened, all the disciples of the Dao Sect respectfully bowed deeply to the thin figure in the sky, bowing to the very end.
Even the eight Hall Master paid their respects to this newly born Desolate Hall Chief, celebrating the birth of a new generation of leaders in the Desolate Hall.
Gazing at this thrilling and awe-inspiring scene, countless elders of the Dao Sect were so moved that their blood boiled and their eyes welled up with tears. In their hearts, they seemed to see a familiar figure appear before them.
Since the death of Zhou Tong, the previous Chief Seat of the Desolate Hall, the position of chief of the Desolate Hall Chief has remained vacant for a century. Chen Zhen, Wu Dao, and others have stubbornly adhered to the principle of "better to have none than to have a bad one," and have refused to let the Desolate Hall Chief return to the position.
Jiang Hao, Pang Tong, Fang Yun, and Song Zhou have been in the Hall for over three years and have long been considered True Disciple of the Desolate Hall. Why haven't they started the Chief Seat disciple competition yet? Because they are not worthy!
Then why did the Chief Seat battle suddenly start today?
Since the true dragon has already been born, Jiang Hao and the other three should serve as stepping stones for the true dragon, accumulating prestige and qualifications for the true dragon's return to power, nothing more.
And today, the Desolate Hall Chief has finally officially returned to his post!
The fact that Lin Dong became True Disciple as soon as he entered the sect and successfully advanced to Chief Seat on the ninth day after entering the sect is absolutely unprecedented in the history of the Desolate Hall and even the Dao Sect!
"We greet our Chief Seat brother!"
The praise for Lin Dong, the Chief Seat freshman, continued, while the slender figure stood in mid-air, accepting it calmly.
"Zhou Tong, it seems you've found a very good successor, and this little guy is even more outstanding than you..."
The Dao Sect Master, dressed in hempen robes, habitually wore a gentle smile on his lips, his dark eyes softly gazing at the scene before him.
Deep within the Desolate Hall, atop an ancient Stone Pagoda.
An elderly figure in a gray robe, holding a broom, stood amidst a mess of fallen leaves. The old man's face was extremely aged, deeply lined, and his eyes had an eerie gray-white color, clearly indicating that he had been blind for a long time.
"Junior Brother Zhou Tong, Junior Brother Zhou Tong..."
However, at this moment, he gripped the broom tightly in his hand, his gray eyes staring blankly toward the Dan River, as if he could see something, and tears welled up in his eyes.
To celebrate the return of the Desolate Hall Chief after a hundred years, the clamor within the Dao Sect lasted for most of the day before gradually subsiding, though the excitement seemed to linger.
As the Chief Disciple the Desolate Hall, Lin Dong's residence was naturally the best among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Desolate Hall, second only to the two Vice Hall Masters.
At the summit of the misty peaks, Lin Dong occupies a quiet and elegant bamboo building all to himself, in a naturally beautiful setting.
This is the fourth day since Lin Dong broke out of the river.
He strolled leisurely down the mountain, facing the bright morning sun.
"Chief Seat!"
"Chief Seat Brother!"
"Senior Brother Lin Dong!"
Along the way, many of the Entry Disciple and Direct Disciple of the Desolate Hall (the Registered Disciple are stationed on the outer peaks and are not allowed to enter the core area without permission) looked at Lin Dong with burning eyes and respectfully bowed to him on the side of the road.
Everyone witnessed the grand ceremony a few days ago, and all the words in the world can be summed up in one sentence: My senior brother Lin Dong is absolutely amazing!!
Now, our Desolate Hall has its own Chief Seat, who is not only exceptionally talented but also incredibly powerful. We no longer have to endure the ridicule and humiliation from the disciples of the other three palaces.
The future of our Desolate Hall Chief is even brighter than that of the Chief Seat of the Three Halls!
It was definitely a complex emotion, a mixture of feelings of belonging, admiration, and even anticipation, so intense it was almost excessive.
"Tsk, it seems my name, Lin Dong, has already become well-known throughout the Dao Sect ~"
Lin Dong nodded in response with a calm expression, exuding elegance and grace, yet in his heart he thought with great joy.