Spiritual Light at Shenting, Xuanyuan's Aura Reading

Mo Chen memorized the features around the peak and noticed that more cultivators had appeared in the surrounding airspace. Their flying artifacts came in all varieties. Some rode auspicious clouds like the two martial uncles escorting him, but most were male cultivators riding swords or female cultivators using shawls as flying artifacts.

After landing, Mo Chen discovered that the mountaintop, though seemingly small, was actually enormous.

"Martial nephew, don't be surprised. The sect elders laid an illusion formation here to make it look very small from outside."

The Foundation Establishment cultivators escorting Mo Chen were used to this. Every year, the new disciples they brought in wore the same incredulous expressions.

"Please follow us, martial nephew."

The hall was magnificent and imposing. High above hung a plaque bearing the words "Gathered Marsh Hall" in regular script. Its corners swept upward, its flying eaves lifted like a bird's wings, and its vermilion walls were carved with flowers and beasts. Even an imperial palace in the mortal world could not claim half its splendor.

The two led Mo Chen into the Gathered Marsh Hall, then through turn after turn into an exceptionally spacious chamber. By a rough estimate, it could hold six or seven hundred people.

It seemed he truly could no longer judge the methods of immortals by his past experience.

Even seeing was not always believing.

Though astonishment filled Mo Chen's heart, he followed them with a respectful expression.

"Martial nephew, our responsibility ends with bringing you here. A senior assigned to the task will explain the various essentials of joining the sect. You may speak with your fellow disciples first. We still have other newcomers to escort, so make yourself comfortable."

Mo Chen respectfully acknowledged their instructions.

With that, the two turned and left.

Mo Chen withdrew his gaze