The tribulation clouds dispersed, and that Nascent Soul spirit pressure shot into the heavens, continuing to climb.
At that moment, every disciple understood that another Nascent Soul Patriarch had been born in their sect!
"Congratulations, Ancestor, on successfully forming your Nascent Soul!"
Immediately, some quick-witted disciples bowed respectfully toward Heaven-Reaching Peak and shouted their congratulations, regardless of whether he could hear them.
"Long live the Ancestor!!"
The other disciples reacted as well, bowing to show their respect while shouting their wishes for his long life.
For the Primordial Yang Sect, this was undoubtedly an extraordinarily important moment!
Quite a few disciples already knew that Heavenly Wind Ancestor had suffered grievous injuries, and unease had long weighed on their hearts.
If anything happened to this pillar that steadied the seas, who knew where the sect would go-or whether it would vanish like smoke?
But with another Nascent Soul Patriarch born, those worries were gone. The sect's ability to withstand danger had greatly increased, and they could cultivate in peace as its disciples.
Thus, at this moment, the vast majority of cultivators offered their congratulations from the heart.
The congratulations coming from every direction were scattered at first, but as time passed, they became perfectly synchronized.
Amplified by spells, their voices surged like mountains roaring and seas crashing!
They bowed before me amid flowers and brocade, their cries of "Long live!" shaking the mountains!
"Long live the Ancestor!"
Even the lofty Golden Core Elders had to bow now, saying, "Long live the Patriarch."
Having survived the tribulation lightning, Liu Yu stood proudly atop Heaven-Reaching Peak with spear in hand, though his aura was still slightly unsettled.
"Excellent!"
Listening to the congratulations crashing in from every direction like roaring mountains and surging seas, he smiled involuntarily, his spirits soaring.
There was no need