Once the succession ceremony ended, his next goal would be the Righteous–Demonic Assembly three months later.
Thinking of the Demonic Sect experts he might encounter and the potential AFK points, Chen Changqing felt his battle-hungry blood begin to stir.
The first ray of morning sunlight shone upon Shushan's peaks.
Clang—
A deep, ancient bell toll thundered from the summit of Taiji Main Peak.
Its mighty sound waves pierced layer upon layer of cloud, echoing repeatedly among the Thirty-Six Main Peaks and the Seventy-Two Spiritual Peaks.
Then came the second toll, and the third.
Nine tolls in all rang together, resounding through the nine heavens.
Nine simultaneous tolls were reserved for the appointment of a new sect leader or a catastrophe threatening the sect's destruction.
Gates throughout Shushan swung wide open.
Countless Inner and Outer Disciples in white and azure robes flew out of their cave abodes, forming a dense river of sword light that converged on the Taiji Martial Arts Plaza at the very heart of Shushan.
Not only the cultivators stationed within the sect, but also the True Disciples and stewards training abroad, overseeing major cultivation cities, or even guarding the distant frontier had crushed Cross-World Talismans and returned to the Mountain Gate over the past few days.
All of Shushan seethed with excitement.
The boundless Taiji Plaza had been carved from a single enormous piece of white jade spirit stone, with eighty-one Coiling Dragon Jade Pillars standing around its perimeter.
By now, the plaza was already a sea of people, with tens of thousands of cultivators standing in orderly ranks.
On the raised terrace of a side hall at the perimeter, Ran Hua led several figures slowly to their seats.
The imposing middle-aged man at their head was none other than Ran Zhenbang, head of the Ran Family.