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Outside the Thousand Wood Temple plaza.

Upon the enormous mountain, whose sheer cliffs cut off all sight from the outside world, Leng Kezhen, responsible for Thousand Wood Temple's internal security during this period, gazed toward the plaza in rare distraction.

The plaza was vast, but only a small fraction of people could enter it now. The leaders and disciples of most other sects waited respectfully outside the plaza, waiting for today's protagonist to formally take over the Southern Cultivation World before ascending the plaza to pay him homage.

When Wang Ping's voice rang throughout Thousand Wood Temple, inside and out, Leng Kezhen could not help but withdraw his gaze and lower his head to listen intently.

At that moment, Thousand Wood Temple fell exceptionally silent, with only Wang Ping's chanting of the prayer echoing through the air.

A quarter hour later, Thousand Wood Temple was utterly quiet, inside and out. Even Wang Ping's chanting had ceased, yet no one dared make a move at such a time.

The stillness lasted for more than ten breaths. Then, beneath the Clouds, a bright ray shot through the cloud cover, pierced the barriers and formations around Thousand Wood Temple, and descended above the altar. It then revealed a figure in a blue, broad-sleeved Daoist Robe, wearing a white jade crown and holding a whisk.

True Lord Yuanwu had come in person. Floating above the altar, he first swept his gaze around. At that moment, everyone could sense his presence, but none dared lift their heads to meet his eyes, including Wang Ping and Ao Hong at the very front.

He lightly stroked the black beard upon his chest, flicked the whisk draped over his arm, and fixed his gaze on Wang Ping. "Today, Changqing, a Cultivator of Thousand Wood Temple, having cultivated to