The rules of Legends were that there were no rules.
Today, Zheng Qing once again gained a profound understanding of what that meant.
He had originally thought that, no matter how simplified it was, a Legend's advancement celebration should involve a long and complicated series of rites. Even if it did not require bathing, burning incense, and reciting lengthy blessings like the Grand Ritual of the Luo Heaven, there should at least be a suitable prayer to the "heavens" to gain a little peace of mind from the mysterious side.
The heavens were not gods.
They were the embodiment of the Great Dao.
There was nothing shameful about wizards bowing before the Great Dao.
But in truth, the celebration Professor Dumbledore had arranged for himself was no grander than Hogwarts' opening feast—apart from having a few more guests, there were only incense burners, chime bells, golden lamps, magic banners, and other ritual implements reluctantly placed along the edges of the castle hall at the repeated requests of certain old-timers from The Alliance.
Dong—
A melodious bell sounded from the distant clock tower.
The faint clamor inside and outside the hall swiftly fell silent.
The incense burners exhaled wisps of blue-white smoke, which transformed above them into White Cranes and Nymphs dancing lightly; rows of Bronze Chime Bells rang by themselves, producing ding-dong sounds; the bean-sized points of light within the Golden Lamps rapidly swelled and bloomed into dazzling radiance; the magic banners hanging beneath the ceiling fluttered with a rustling snap.
The ceiling of the Great Hall reflected a rippling Starry Sky like water. Outside the ancient castle, the sky, which had still held a few clouds, had now completely cleared, like a crystal-clear sapphire giving off a captivating sheen.
"—Eh? When did he get here?"
Poseidon looked toward the