Above the source pool, an ancient altar floated in the air, stone pillars standing like a forest, their patterns weathered and vast.
Elder Miao stood above the ancient altar, his gaze sweeping over the disciples rising below like a stone forest. His steady voice carried in all directions. "The Marrow Cleansing Ritual begins now!"
As his words fell, a graceful figure, cool and ethereal as an immortal, was the first to soar into the air. She landed lightly atop the thickest stone pillar at the center. Her white dress fluttered, her black hair cascading down her back—it was Li Qingchan.
The moment she appeared, countless heated gazes and hushed cries rose from the surrounding peaks.
The Ice Mountain Goddess, ranked third among the Cang Xuan Sect's Ten Saint Children, was the absolute center of attention wherever she went.
Li Qingchan ignored the admiring looks around her, her lovely face as cold as ever. Her beautiful eyes swept over the crowd below, and she quickly spotted Mo Lin's group on one of the peaks. When her gaze met Mo Lin's, it paused slightly before she casually looked away.
The scene of them joining forces to hunt the Mysterious Nether Dragon Turtle in the depths of the source pool yesterday was still vivid in her mind. Although the entire Thousand-Zhang Dragon Origin Marrow Crystal had ultimately gone to Zuoqiu Qingyu, she did not regret it. After all, even if Zuoqiu Qingyu had given that Thousand-Zhang Water Beast to her, she still would not have had the chance to attempt the Nine Dragon Baptism.
"Qingchan, you may begin," Elder Miao reminded her kindly.
Li Qingchan composed herself and gave a slight nod. Sitting cross-legged, she flicked her jade-like hand, and hundreds of Dragon Origin Marrow Crystals of varying sizes flew out from her