At this moment, the people gathered at Manghuang Mountain represented nearly half of the top-tier battle power in the Yuanfeng Empire's immortal cultivation world. As for Integration stage cultivators, half of them were present.
With so many mighty figures watching, naturally, no one dared attempt anything improper.
Following Zhuang Daoqin's words, "Ceremony concluded," the Integration advancement ceremony at Manghuang Mountain finally came to an end.
A discourse assembly attended by nearly ten thousand cultivators naturally could not be held in the ancestral ceremony plaza, so the location had been chosen as Manghuang Mountain's Stream River Valley.
The discourse assembly lasted five days, with the five Integration stage cultivators of Manghuang Mountain personally appearing to expound on the Dao.
As soon as Zhuang Daoqin spoke, thunderous cheers erupted throughout the venue. Whether they were the many cultivators who had come to offer congratulations or the cultivators of Manghuang Mountain, all of them wore radiant smiles. Such a grand occasion was not something one could encounter easily.
Sect cultivators were better off. There would be specially appointed high-ranking cultivators who regularly explained their cultivation doubts.
Rogue Cultivators, however, could only grope their way forward on their own. Sometimes, when they encountered a difficult problem, being trapped by it for years or even decades was commonplace. Naturally, everyone yearned for the chance to hear an Integration stage cultivator explain things from personal experience.
"Fellow Cultivator Zhuang, this old man has something to say."
Just as everyone began rising to leave the plaza, a voice that was utterly out of place suddenly rang across the entire scene. The voice contained both majesty and a fierce, murderous aura.
Following the sound, the several thousand cultivators present were all shaken to the core. Every one of them fell silent.
The speaker was seated on a stone