In the blink of an eye, the second day had arrived.
This was the day of the Holy Son Baptism.
The news had long since spread throughout White Emperor City.
Countless martial artists swarmed in, filling the square where the White Emperor Temple stood and even the surrounding areas until the crowds formed a sea of people.
One had to know that the Holy Sons of White Emperor City were only reselected once every hundred years.
That meant the Holy Son Baptism held after a Holy Son was chosen could likewise only be witnessed once a century. To the people of White Emperor City, it was an exceptionally rare spectacle.
Especially for those born within this century. Many of them had grown up listening to their elders tell tales of White Emperor City's Holy Sons and the Holy Son Baptism, yet had never had the chance to see it themselves.
It was rare to encounter such an occasion even once.
By the next time, who knew whether they would still be alive, or whether they would get to see it again?
How could they possibly not join in such excitement?
Amid the clamorous discussions and waiting, the White Emperor Family, led by Bai Tianhuang, was the first to arrive.
They were followed by the Zhang Family, the Ye Family... and other prominent great families of White Emperor City. They had originally been strong contenders for the position of White Emperor City's Third Holy Son.
It was only because Li Yun had cut in halfway that they lost the Holy Son position.
Anyone with half a brain could imagine the resentment and unwillingness in their hearts.
Yet no matter how resentful or unwilling they were, they would not miss such a grand occasion either.
It was not because they enjoyed joining