The ceremony proceeded smoothly, with no unexpected incidents along the way. A day later, it came to an end, and the guests gradually departed.
Of course, some cultivators stayed behind and joined the Witch God Sect.
The ceremony had helped the Witch God Sect recruit some powerful figures, but it had also brought another benefit: it had firmly established the sect's status in the hearts of cultivators across the Underworld Continent. It now stood on equal footing with the seven great powers, and in some respects, the Witch God Sect seemed even more formidable.
Central Continent, at the heart of the Holy Clan: the Central Divine Tower.
On the tenth level of the Central Divine Tower, in a realm of darkness, a huge gray cocoon floated silently.
"Thump! Thump! Thump—" A heartbeat pulsed from within the cocoon. Its rhythm carried a strange quality that made anyone who heard it feel uneasy.
At that moment, the area around the cocoon was packed with people. Each figure radiated a terrifying aura, and every one of them was in the King Realm.
Yet these Kings and Sovereigns looked at the gray cocoon with awe—the reverence of those below toward someone above them.
It represented not only a difference in power, but also one in status.
"Thump! Thump! Thump—"
As time passed, the heartbeat grew faster. Ripples spread through the void, and faint Space Rifts flickered into view.
"The Ninth Saint Son is waking! Everyone, stand back!"
A Sovereign spoke.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—
The Kings and Sovereigns didn't dare delay. With a flash, they became streaks of light and flew a thousand zhang away.
Boom!
The moment the cultivators had cleared the area, the gray cocoon burst apart. A terrifying shockwave surged outward in concentric circles, shattering the surrounding space.
"Ah—!"
Before the