When Yellow Dragon and Xuandu arrived at the entrance to Biyou Palace, Duobao had just stepped down from beside the High Pure Bell.
The High Pure Bell was an ancient-looking dark blue-green, its surface covered in fine sword-shaped patterns. Even now, the lingering resonance made its surface tremble faintly, the echoes drifting on and on.
Clearly, Duobao had been the one to ring it.
He brushed off his sleeves, grinned at Yellow Dragon and Xuandu, and took his place below the steps before Biyou Palace.
Before long, South Pole Immortal Elder, Guangchengzi, and the other Chan Sect Disciples arrived one after another.
On the other side, the Three Xiao Sisters appeared with Ziling. As soon as Ziling saw Yellow Dragon, she sidled over and whispered that she had been a tremendous help to her big sisters, her face brimming with pride.
Golden Spirit, Wudang, and Zhao Gongming followed close behind with a large group of outer disciples from the Interception Sect.
In no time at all, the enormous plaza before Biyou Palace was packed with "people."
People, strictly speaking, was hardly the right word. Among those tens of thousands of disciples, not one belonged to the Human Race.
The Jie Sect Disciples were by far the most numerous, forming an impressive, densely packed sea.
Though the Chan Sect Disciples were fewer, each carried a steady, composed presence. Standing together, they had a distinctive bearing of their own.
Supreme Pure's lineage had even fewer disciples: Xuandu was its sole heir, standing all alone beside Yellow Dragon.
The doors of Biyou Palace slowly opened, and three figures emerged.
Supreme Pure Saint led the way, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi and Sect Master Tongtian walked side by side, one stern and solemn, the other smiling with high spirits.
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