The sound waves surged and thundered, rolling with mighty force, yet the tens of thousands of cultivators on the plaza could not sense any shockwaves. What they sensed seemed more like ripples of light, gently brushing their ears.
This was not a sound produced by human shouting. Clearly, some kind of formation had amplified and layered the voices, making it sound as though countless cultivators were shouting in unison.
"Senior fellow cultivators and fellow Daoists, thank you for coming despite the hardship to witness the founding ceremony of Manghuang Sect. On behalf of everyone in Manghuang Sect, I sincerely welcome all seniors and fellow Daoists. Please take your seats. The founding ceremony of Manghuang Sect will now officially begin!"
Ascending the octagonal platform, Qin Fengming and Ancestor Tianji hovered in midair. He swept his gaze around, then clasped his fists and bowed toward the many Mahayana Existence and the tens of thousands of cultivators on the plaza.
Instantly, cheers erupted like thunder, and shouts rang out without end.
Regardless of what purpose had brought them here, this was the first time anyone had witnessed such a scene. Their blood surged with excitement, and as Qin Fengming spoke, they involuntarily shouted and echoed him.
It seemed as though an aura filled the plaza, influencing everyone's emotions and causing them to lose themselves in the fervent atmosphere for a moment.
Qin Fengming watched the expressions of the surrounding cultivators, a smile appearing on his face.
"Please be quiet, everyone. We will now proceed with the first item of Manghuang Sect's founding ceremony: paying respects to the ancestors!" Qin Fengming reined in his smile, and his expression instantly became solemn.
As his words left his mouth, the enormous plaza suddenly fell silent.
Every cultivator who had come knew that Qin Fengming was establishing