The great hall plaza bustled like a marketplace.
Where Li Qingxian stood, no one spoke. It was cold and deserted.
Before Li Qingxian's eyes, myriad illusions shifted amid endless streaming light.
The power of the Heaven's Mandate Sect was peeled apart layer by layer, like an onion.
After a long while, Li Qingxian turned to look toward the Heaven's Mandate Sect's rear mountain, where the Heaven's Mandate Formation lay.
Not long ago, whether Zhou Xuanshan or Gai Fengyou, whether Fate Arts sects or the Mud Society, all had warned him.
The Heaven's Mandate Formation had changed.
Indeed, within it he could sense vast majestic power and boundless heavenly might.
It merely felt somewhat familiar.
Li Qingxian blinked. The light before him dispersed, and the clamor of countless voices filled his sight.
Fate Arts Masters everywhere were commenting on the Lower Rank Fate Arts Masters participating in the rite.
The Heaven's Mandate Grand Rite throughout the ages lasted many days, its procedures elaborate and complex.
After the four rites were completed in the morning and outstanding Fate Arts Masters were selected, proceedings paused. The victors would continue their rites the following day.
After noon, the Middle Rank rites began.
The Middle Rank rites centered on Momentum Configurations, Fate Patterns, and complex Fate Arts, moving beyond the simple scope of Fate Stars.
There were likewise four separate venues.
As night fell, the first round of the Middle Rank rites ended, and the victors prepared for the second round the next day.
As the lanterns first lit up, the Heaven's Mandate Sect laid out a grand feast. The Fate Arts Masters enjoyed dinner while discussing what they had seen and heard that day.
After dinner, everyone quieted down.
The Lower Rank and Middle Rank Fate Arts Masters in particular silently watched the front