After the two parted ways, Moyuan continued onward with Yang Jian.
Before long, the two arrived at the main hall of Great Void Palace.
The main hall was lofty and magnificent. Its doors stood wide open, cloud qi lingering within as Dao Rhyme flowed through the air.
Ancient patterns were faintly carved into the pillars, emanating an ageless, distant aura.
Moyuan entered the hall and bowed. "This disciple pays respects to Master.
"This disciple has not failed Master's trust. Dayu's Merit has reached fruition, and this disciple has also Slashed Corpse and become a Quasi-Saint."
At this point, he turned slightly and raised a hand toward Yang Jian behind him.
"Furthermore, while among the Human Race, this disciple accepted a Direct Disciple named Yang Jian. He is the second son born of Yang Tianyou of the Human Race and Yunhua Fairy of the Heavenly Court."
Bei Ming sat high above, his voice calm. "Though some disciples of the Literary Sect have taken disciples,
"when it comes to Direct Disciples, Moyuan, you are the first. You moved quickly enough."
Bei Ming's gaze then fell upon Yang Jian.
Yang Jian only felt himself enveloped by a vast aura. Yet there was not the slightest pressure; instead, it felt as natural and profound as Heaven and Earth.
"Yang Jian's foundations and aptitude are passable enough. He is worthy of being the Literary Sect's second-generation Direct Disciple."
Hearing this, Moyuan relaxed inwardly and immediately gave Yang Jian a meaningful look.
Yang Jian understood his master's intent and promptly bowed down in kowtow.
"This junior pays respects to Grandmaster."
Bei Ming raised a hand slightly. With a flash of light, a suit of armor appeared.
"This is the Wind Forest Fire Mountain Armor, a Superior-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure. Take it as a gift upon our