Three days later.
The Divine Blood Sect was packed with rogue cultivators and people from small lineages and sects who had come from all over.
These low-ranking cultivators had naturally not come to catch a glimpse of Xugeng, who was about to ascend, but for the Divine Blood Sect's rewards.
Even a few cultivation methods, spirit stones, or pills that trickled out of the Divine Blood Sect could benefit them enormously.
But they could not enter the Divine Blood Sect's central grounds and could only remain on the outskirts.
Those allowed into the central grounds were the upper echelons of the major powers or high-ranking rogue cultivators.
Primordial Peak was the most majestic mountain within the Divine Blood Sect.
Its summit had been cut into a modest platform.
Over a hundred low tables stood on the platform, arranged in four rows. A cultivator sat at each table, and all were at the Mahayana stage or above.
Xugeng sat upright in the sole seat of honor.
A pale-faced man occupied the first seat to his right.
The first seat to his left was occupied by Ying Wu.
Song Wen sat behind Ying Wu.
Xugeng rose, holding a cup of spirit wine.
"Most of you here have traveled from afar, apart from a few members of the Divine Blood Sect. With this cup, I offer you all a toast."
With that, Xugeng drained his cup, and the others raised theirs and drank with him.
Then Xugeng refilled his cup.
"This second cup is a toast to heaven and earth. Heaven and earth nurtured spiritual energy and countless natural treasures, allowing us to embark on the path of cultivation."
Then came the third cup.
"This cup is a toast to us cultivators. The path of cultivation is fraught with a thousand hardships and