At dawn, the eastern sky had just begun to pale.
The heart of the Mystic Blade Sect.
An elder struck an ancient golden bell with all his might.
Dong! Dong!
The bell rang out in every direction, its sound spreading like ripples.
This was the Mystic Blade Sect's Ancient Golden Bell. It had been passed down for ages and built by the founding patriarch himself.
It was struck only when something momentous took place.
And today was the day the Disciple Ceremony began.
"It's finally starting!"
One after another, Mystic Blade Sect disciples eagerly pushed open their doors and strode outside.
They were all full of energy, rubbing their hands together in anticipation, brimming with confidence.
For most disciples,
the Disciple Ceremony marked a turning point in their martial cultivation. If some great figure took a liking to them, they could soar to new heights.
Even if no one chose them, they could still obtain resources to improve their cultivation and strength.
Dong, dong, dong!
As the bell rang faster and faster, each peal crashing across the sky like thunder,
even the disciples still in seclusion came streaming out.
They all headed for the Ceremony Plaza.
In a mountain range outside the Mystic Blade Sect,
Su Yun, drenched in blood, pressed forward with his blade in hand.
On either side of him, the corpses of demonic beasts were piled high, packed together in dense heaps.
It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Dong!
Hearing the bell, Su Yun stopped and looked toward the Mystic Blade Sect.
"The ceremony has begun?"
A smile curled at the corner of Su Yun's mouth.
After several days of slaughter, he had finally cultivated the Slaughter Blade Art to perfection.
Now, both of the Mysterious Grade upper-tier techniques he had