Before the witness of tens of thousands of cultivators, Qin Fengming completed the grand rite of three kowtows and nine bows.
Dao Lord Zhang Xingchun rose to his feet and flashed before the still-kneeling Qin Fengming. In a resounding voice, he declared, "Junior Disciple Brother Qin Fengming, today you have entered under Master Yuanqing's tutelage. On behalf of our master, I shall proclaim the precepts of our Yuanqing lineage: honor rank and seniority, uphold loyalty and righteousness, do not deceive your master, do not disgrace the sect, conduct yourself uprightly, stand straight in character, cultivate the Heavenly Dao, use your arts to protect yourself, defend Star Palace, and bring glory to the ancestral halls..."
His voice rumbled, making Heaven and Earth tremble like booming heavenly thunder that shook the wilderness.
The cultivators listened intently, their minds stirred as though great bells and bronze chimes were ringing beside their ears. Their thoughts churned, their bodies swayed faintly, their considerations were swept empty, and their minds went blank, leaving only the precepts echoing again and again.
Even long after Dao Lord Zhang Xingchun's voice had fallen silent, the cultivators across the vast square had yet to recover from the roaring echoes in their minds.
Qin Fengming's expression was solemn as he listened quietly. His demeanor remained grave, his gaze firm, as though the sound waves had not affected him in the least.
"Next, all disciples of Grand Clarity Palace, kneel before the Patriarch's statue!"
Following that ringing proclamation, tens of thousands of Grand Clarity Palace disciples fell to their knees. As they silently called upon the Patriarch's name, clusters of strange ripples surged forth from the surrounding mountains, weaving together and forming, in an instant, a vast undulation like a boundless ocean.
The mighty waves swept toward the towering statue of Ancestor