The slightly gloomy sky blanketed the earth, hazy with mist. As the many Mahayana cultivators and Ancestor Tianji took their seats, Qin Fengming and Qin Daoxi strode forward and simultaneously climbed onto the high platform, two waves of Mahayana aura suddenly sweeping in all directions.
The aura roared like raging tides and towering waves. Every cultivator atop the lofty mountain instantly felt an incomparably vast and terrifying aura sweep over their bodies. Though that aura was as boundless as the ocean, it held little aggression. Even Integration stage cultivators could withstand it.
Yet everyone could sense that it was Mahayana aura. There was no mistaking it—two genuine Mahayana cultivators.
"Two Mahayana cultivators! Those are two Mahayana cultivators!"
"How is that possible? Both Young Masters of the Manghuang Sect have advanced to Mahayana!"
"This... this is too inconceivable. The two brothers, Young Master Qin, actually both advanced to Mahayana?"
The uproar suddenly swelled. One astonished exclamation after another slipped from people's mouths, and the chaotic voices shook Heaven and Earth, as if a rolling hurricane had suddenly swept in all directions, making Heaven and Earth stretch tens of thousands of miles around resound.
The cultivators who had not climbed the mountain peak were stunned for an instant before bursting into even louder cries. Their voices rang through Heaven and Earth like thunderbolts, or like the void collapsing. Heaven and Earth trembled, and the boundless sky grew unstable.
Who could not be shocked? It was supposed to be this Qin's Mahayana Celebration, yet the ones who had appeared here were two Mahayana cultivators—and both were Young Masters of the Manghuang Sect. They were called the two Young Masters because over the past several decades, many cultivators had come to know Qin Daoxi and were aware that he was Qin Fengming's younger brother.