Seven days later.
The entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had taken on a fresh new look.
Bright red lanterns hung from every palace. The grounds had been swept again and again, and even the dust in the cracks between the stone steps had been carefully cleaned out.
Disciples hurried back and forth across the square, busy but orderly.
For the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the ancestral rites and Martial Soul Awakening were two major occasions.
Martial Soul Awakening signified the continuation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline and the birth of new strength.
The ancestral rites honored their forebears, reminding the disciples to stay true to their original aspirations and cultivate diligently.
History from over two thousand years ago had already proven that strength was not everything.
Family legacy, blood ties, and conviction were the true keys to a sect's survival.
And this year's ancestral rites were even grander than in years past.
The new Dust Lineage was joining the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Patriarch Yu Chen was, moreover, a descendant of the fifty-first generation.
The fifty-first generation!
To the younger disciples, that was practically the same as a legendary figure who had lived for centuries.
Some who had been traveling far from home rushed back day and night after receiving the news, eager to take part in this grand gathering.
In the square.
The disciples formed neat ranks according to their generational seniority.
The older ones stood in front, the younger ones behind. Each generation wore robes of different colors and styles, but every face bore a solemn expression.
Yu Tianheng stood at the head of the younger disciples, his back ramrod straight and his gaze fixed on the raised platform ahead.
A jumble of emotions churned inside him.
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