Tang Changsheng did not dare delay. He knelt beneath the Founding Patriarch's Deity Statue.
Suddenly, he felt the bronze statue open its eyes. Its gaze was piercing, as though it could see through him from head to toe.
Before Tang Changsheng could react, however, every trace of the statue's power vanished. It was as though everything just now had been an illusion, as though nothing had happened at all...
What he did not know was that this was the first hurdle to entering an Immortal Sect. Anyone harboring something strange in their body or sinister in their heart would never pass it. They would be found out without fail.
Tang Changsheng had clearly passed with ease. Even so, whenever he recalled it in later years, a chill ran through him.
"Second, bow to your master!" Sect Leader Chen said with a smile.
Tang Changsheng bowed as instructed...
The Immortal Sects had few elaborate formalities, but bowing in turn to his master, the Sect Leader, every Grand Elder, the master of each peak...
And all the other elders of his Master's Sect was no easy task. It took several hours.
If cultivators did not have such strong constitutions, he would probably have been dizzy and seeing stars by then.
By the time Tang Changsheng bowed to his fellow disciples, few dared accept his bow without returning it properly.
Even a Yang Spirit True Person had to return a half bow, while Yin God True Persons had to return his bow in full.
Only later did Tang Changsheng learn that not every new disciple received an initiation like this.
Even when a Direct Lineage True Disciple took a master, the ceremony would not be so grand, with so many Grand Elders in attendance.
Had he not happened to bring back the Great