Time flew. Three days later, at the Crimson Blood Sect camp, Lu Ye sat cross-legged on the high platform in the plaza before Heaven's Mystery Hall.
Dozens of zhang away from the platform, cultivators who had come to witness the ceremony filled every direction. Figures crowded the sky and the ground. These Spirit Stream Realm cultivators did not necessarily know much about Heaven's Mystery Blessing, but the older generation all knew that among the cultivators of this generation, Lu Yiye of the Crimson Blood Sect was very likely to receive Heaven's Mystery Blessing when he advanced to Cloud River.
Because throughout Lu Ye's cultivation, most of the enemies he killed had had higher cultivation than him.
Only under the orders of the older generation had the younger generation of cultivators gathered at the Crimson Blood Sect camp.
No one knew how much benefit Heaven's Mystery Blessing could bring a cultivator, but no one was willing to miss the chance to observe it.
Taking a step back, even if their estimates were wrong and Lu Ye did not receive Heaven's Mystery Blessing, there was not much loss in having the younger cultivators make the trip. At most, they would waste a few days of cultivation time.
There had not been many chances over the years for the Core Region cultivators to gather together like this. They could draw closer to one another, exchange insights, and broaden the disciples' horizons. That in itself was a benefit.
Though there were many people, the entire camp was as silent as crows and sparrows.
On the high platform, Lu Ye felt rather pressured.
He was merely advancing to Cloud River, yet he had drawn so many people to come and witness it. All at once, he realized that on this Spirit Stream Battlefield, he had