Purple qi billowed, and ten thousand shafts of golden light shot straight toward the constellations.
Every high-level cultivator present paled, their pupils contracting sharply.
Through the wide-open doors, they could see inside.
At the very center of the ancestral shrine stood the altar.
It was a white jade altar nine zhang and nine chi tall, solemn and majestic.
Countless rosewood spirit tablets were arranged in orderly rows upon it, from top to bottom.
They were the spirit tablets of the Li Family's ancestors through the generations!
At the highest point.
Enshrined there was Li Qingxian, the founding ancestor of the Li Family.
Millions of ever-burning lamps shone like a brilliant river of stars, illuminating every corner of the ancestral shrine.
There was not the slightest trace of gloom or eeriness.
There was only the vast, boundless legacy of a lineage, enduring and ever renewed.
The instant the shrine opened.
A divine dragon of fortune, tens of thousands of zhang long, soared into the air.
The divine dragon of fortune wheeled through the heavens, roaring.
Its dragon roar rang through the nine heavens, scattering the sea of clouds for ten thousand li.
The immense family fortune was as unfathomable as an abyss, as imposing as a prison.
The many high-level cultivators present felt their divine souls tremble.
This was the foundation of the Yang Province Li Clan!
In barely twenty-odd years, it had amassed such a terrifying manifestation.
Even Immortal Clans thousands of years old fell short!
Looking up at the divine dragon formed from fortune in the heavens.
Everyone drew a sharp breath.
"Hiss... what terrifying power of fortune!"
"Even Immortal Clans like ours, with legacies stretching back thousands of years, cannot match such fortune!"
Lin Chiyan of the Chu Province Lin Clan exclaimed involuntarily.
Cui Yuan stroked his beard,